Whipoorwill (Eck Dunford)

As I wander’d by the woody rills
where the evening shadows play
to hear the song of the whipoorwill
as it sings its evening lay

Oh lis…
it’s song…
it flows..
along..
now brave..
now frail..
we hear..
its lay..

How soft it thrills its evening lays
by the breezes bourne along
A sadden feeling upon me calls
when I hear its evening song

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It brings to mind the old old home
so many miles away
and the dear old friends that I oft recall
when I hear its evening lay

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