Lonesome Cry Of The Whippoorwill

The Lonesome Cry of the Whipporwill

Oh the lonesome cry of the whippoorwill, I hear at night when I lay down.
The air is filled with a windy chill and the lonesome cry of the whippoorwill

I hate to see the sun go down and see the moon just above the hill.
That's when I hear the lonesome sound.
The lonesome sound of a whippoorwill.

At night I dream of the lonesome sound.
That sound that tells just how I feel.
And when I dream I hear the sound.
The lonesome sound of a whippoorwill.

Oh the lonesome cry of the whippoorwill, I hear at night when I lay down.
The air is filled with a windy chill and the lonesome cry of the whippoorwill
The lonesome cry of the whippoorwill