The Whip-Poor-Will

I hear in the evening oh, what a lonesome sound. I can never know where he’s at, he just seems to be around. Is it a broken heart that makes him seem so down? Or, is he just a faker, sitting up there in his coat of brown? Does he ask for sympathy, in a bird sort of a way? What does he do with his time in the middle of the day? Does he quietly do his work and only cries out his plight?. Or, is he a vagabond, sleeps all day and stays up at night? Has anyone ever seen him as he hides in that tree? There are so many things about him that are a mystery to me. But, late in the evening when I hear him sing the blues, I have to guard my heart or I’ll be crying too.