Whip-Poor-Will

Whip-Poor-Will

 

He was hidden out in the night

As he sang his mellow song

It was an whistle that we liked

And lasted the evening long 

 

He flew to a another place

And sang his song again

He was camo'd day and night

and was hidden on a limb

 

We gave him our rapt attention

As he sang his whistle song

The tune that he played

We copied all night long

 

We heard him every night

As we rested in our tents

To us he was well-known

And a little angel sent