Springtime is near my darling
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You say that you are going away
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My heart will be with you my darling
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And IA’m counting now the days
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I know that soon IA’ll have to travel
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I know IA’m over the hill
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I feel so all alone my darling said sheA’d be gone
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When I heard that first whippoorwill
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The flowers are blooming little darling
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With the budding of the trees
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I hear the night birds a crying
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I know that they are warning me
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Our love was planted little darling
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Just like the farmer plants his grain
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But there will never be a harvest
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On the hills the whippoorwills now sing
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The First Whippoorwill
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| Bill Monroe |
