VERSE 1The whip-poor-will at twilight’s glow was singing,The cricket chirp’d it’s “Goodnight” lullaby,The dear old village bells were sweetly ringing,As you held me in your arms and said, “Goodbye;”You told me of a love that naught could sever,Of happy days when you and I should wed,You kissed my lips to part perhaps, forever.Then held my hand a moment while you said:
CHORUSWhen the whip-poor-will sings Marguerite,And forget-me-nots bloom at your feet,You may know though you yearn, that to you I’ll return,Love’s old story again to repeat;So be true little girl I entreat,Till the time when again we shall meet,Let love’s star brightly shine,I’ll return sweetheart mine,When the whip-poor-will sings Marguerite.
VERSE 2For weary days I’ve waited your returning,I’ve longed to see your dear face once again,The whip-poor-will is singing, I am yearning,For my longing and my waiting was in vain;‘Neath dear old southern shies tonight you’re sleeping,The Swanee river flows upon its way,For old time’s sake your love I still am keeping,At twilight’s glow, I seem to hear you say:
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