BMI Work #: 9242770
Song Of The Last Whippoorwill (Larry W. Jones 11/10/2007) (song#5153)

Summertime is over, my darling
Fall is here and you're going away
The end of dreams is near, my darling
For I know you'll be gone any day

I know my heart will die, my darling
And I can already feel the chill
I'll be all alone cause you'll be gone
With the song of the last whippoorwill

Summer roses were in bloom, my darling
Green of the leaves was still upon the trees
Now I hear the whippoorwill's sad calling
Calling from his lonely hill on the breeze

- instrumental -

Summer roses were in bloom, my darling
Green of the leaves was still upon the trees
Now I hear the whippoorwill's sad calling
Calling from his lonely hill on the breeze

Our love should be harvested, my darling
As farmers gather bounty to the mill
But love's harvest moon will fade, my darling
As with the song of the last whippoorwill

Yes, love's harvest moon will fade, my darling
As with the song of the last whippoorwill