Whip Poor Will Bird

 I heard the song of 

the whip poor will bird,

the melody sweet 

need not any words.

To my heart the whistle

I seem to recall, 

a reminder with love

we have it all. 

I heard the song of 

the whip poor will bird, 

the melody sweet

need not any words.

As if I awoke 

once more in a dream,

I felt your love 

as it comforted me. 

I heard the song of 

the whip poor will bird, 

the melody sweet

need not any words.

Migrating to the east

as soon we will see spring, 

time is passing that is true

but my love for you just 

grew and grew. 

I heard the song of 

the whip poor will bird, 

the melody sweet

need not any words.