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WHIPPOORWILL
I heard a whippoorwill tonight
atop some leafy tree
his lonely cry was so very sad
did he mean it for me
It quivvered softly and so low
that I almost didn't hear
and as I spotted him up there
it seems he shed a tear
No mate to share his vigil
no mate to share his life
no place to put his weary head
and the pain cut like a knife
My life is like that lonely bird
no place to call my own
no one to love, or love me back
just silence and alone
Tho flowers are blooming in the field
and butterflie flit 'round
I sit here by my lonely self
my head hung to the ground
I hear the whippoorwill cry low
I listen while he weeps
my soul joins him in silent tears
and my heart breaks as it beats
