

(whip... poor... will...) In the hollows where the shadows creep
The whippoorwill sings its lonesome song
Calling out across the midnight fields
Echoes linger where the daylight fades
Through the pines it flies unseen
Waiting for the night to fall
Whippoorwill, whippoorwill call
Haunting the darkness, never let go
Whippoorwill, whippoorwill cry In the dead of night,
under the sky (whippoorwill!)
Old tales whisper of its mournful tone
Bringing news from worlds unknown
Wandering souls hear its lonely plea
Drawn to the call beneath the moon
The
night grows
still, the call
rings true (ohhh)
Whippoorwill, whippoorwill call
Haunting the darkness, never let go
Whippoorwill, whippoorwill cry In the dead of night,
under the sky (whippoorwill!)
Whippoorwill... (fading call)