Tall tree…short hill, lived tiny whippoorwill
Her nest was built strong…her heartbeat was true
Eyed it last year…is it perched up there still?
Does her tune resonache…with warbling blues?
I journeyed to hill, to search for her nest
‘Twas one year… a day, since last I stood here
Straining mine eye I did search out my best
The songstress had gone…the nest too I fear
Hwip-or-will, hwip-or-will, where can you be?
Mine heart’s melancholy…like your sad song
Do not be afraid…for it’s only me
Please sing for me darling…I’ll hum along
Silence abounded…I strode away grieved
Lost song on the wind…falling with the leaves
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