The First Whippoorwill Songtext
von Peter Rowan

Springtime is near, my darling
You say that you are going away
My heart will be with you, my darling
And I′m counting now the days

I know that soon I'll have to travel
I know I′m over the hill
I feel so all alone, my darling
Since you've been gone
When I heard the first whippoorwill

Our love was planted, little darling
Just like a farmer plants his grain
But there will never be a harvest
On the hill the whippoorwill now sings


I know that soon I'll have to travel
I know I′m over the hill
I feel so all alone, my darling
Since you′ve been gone
When I heard the first whippoorwill

The flowers are blooming, little darling
With the budding of the trees
I hear the night birds a-cryin'
I know that they are warning me

I know that soon I′ll have to travel
I know I'm over the hill
I feel so all alone, my darling
Since you′ve been gone
When I heard the first whippoorwill

When I heard the first whippoorwill
When I heard the first whippoorwill