The Whippoorwill Poem by GREENWOLFE 1962

He comes to me each springtime now
And sings his loving song.
The memories he brings to me
Just make me sing along.

It was so many years ago
That I first heard him call.
The most blessed sound I ever heard,
A wonder to recall.

It was the year he came to me,
A love out of the blue.
He was the finest man I'd known
Who loved me oh so true.

I have no tears to shed just now.
The birdie sings so gay.
I guess I shed them long ago,
The year he passed away.

But now I hear the whippoorwill
Who sang to both of us.
And though I have no wish to cry,
Why do I make such fuss?

I guess it's just my memories,
They all come streaming back.
There are so many to recall
Sometimes I just lose track.

But here he is, the whippoorwill.
Reminding me again,
Of how it was when he loved me
As I loved him back then.

These memories are all I have.
He left so long ago.
I guess it's just the whippoorwill
Who knows I miss him so.