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The Lonesome Whippoorwill-Country and Western Music Video Collab with Michael Tor - POTD
POTD 24TH April 2025
In acknowledgement to Michael Tor for the invitation to collaborate and create a music video on this heart rendering ballad of the Lonesome Whippoorwill. Thank you for the opportunity Michael, it was indeed an honor. This is a shortened version to fit the video.
“The Lonesome Whippoorwill” is a heart-stirring ballad of love, loss, and longing under the stars. It tells the tale of a devoted bird calling endlessly for his missing mate — a song of eternal hope and heartache echoing through the quiet night. Let the gentle rhythm and poetic music video take you into a world where even the smallest creatures feel deeply.
About the Whippoorwills
Whippoorwills are heard but hardly seen because of their camouflage renders them almost invisible in eastern US and Canadian forests. It's a bird endemic to Northern America and Canada, where the numbers are dwindling. For generations, according to Native American folklore, the Eastern Whip-poor-will has been important symbol. But hearing a Whippoorwill can mean several things. Sometimes, Whippoorwills are birds of good fortune. They can grant wishes, heal pain, and guarantee wealth.
Whip-poor-wills return to their breeding range in the northeast USA in April and May. Their arrival, in the form of the first Whip-poor-will’s song, was understood as a season sign. The bird’s song meant an end to the threat of frost and the arrival of spring.
The Lonesome Whippoorwill – A Country and Western Ballad –
A Music Video
Lyrics
In the darkness of the night,
and the beautiful stars above.
There's a lonely Whippoorwill.
Calling out for his dear love.
Adoring songs he sends to his love
Not losing hope to the stars above
Memories of her by his side.
Pained his heart way deep inside.
Each night he wonders why?
His calls go unanswered with no reply
Minutes turn into hours, as he waits
How much more can this heart take?
‘Oh where my love are you tonight
I’m calling - calling till morning light.’
His little heart can't take much more
For it is she who he adores.
Evenings are long as he still waits
Time will tell his coming fate.
Exhausted he calls out one last time
His last thoughts were of her on his mind.
There’s a little nest he shared with his bride
And there with his broken heart he died
Legend says she came back
Saw him and her heart was torn
And every night
you can hear her cries - Till early morn
Copyright ©
Maria Williams
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