The Louvin Brothers — When Its Time For The Whippoorwill To Sing

Oh the stars and the silver moon is shining All around is the sweetness of the spring But I'm sad and in loneliness, I'm pining For the one I know I will never see again Oh I long for the day when I shall meet her If it be where the angels sweetly sing She is mine and the thought of her grows sweeter When it's time for the whipporwills to sing When I left with the thought I'd be returning Soon to her with the welcome joy I bring I return, but too late, and now I'm yearning She is gone and in loneliness, I sing Oh I long for the day when I shall meet her If it be where the angels sweetly sing She is mine and the thought of her grows sweeter When it's time for the whipporwills to sing I remember the night she made the promise And these words said to me, great joy did bring I'll be true and you know you'll find me waiting When it's time for the whipporwills to sing Oh I long for the day when I shall meet her If it be where the angels sweetly sing She is mine and the thought of her grows sweeter When it's time for the whipporwills to sing