Sing me that song that the whip'o'will sang
When azaleas hung heavy after evening rain.
Bittersweet note in the happiness of spring,
Please sing for me the whip'o'will's song.

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Sing me that song that the whip'o'will sang
When twilight's blue velvet tucked the day to bed
A simple melody, so lonesome, so low,
Please sing for me the whip'o'will's song.

Sing me that song that the whip'o'will sang
The world's broken heart in his sad refrain
Heartbreak so deep it could hold all our pain
Sometimes everybody sings the whip'o'will's song.