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.
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