The First Whippoorwill

Lyrics: Bill Monroe
Music: Bill Monroe

Played by the Good Old Boys in 1975, with Jerry Garcia sitting in on banjo at one show.

Springtime is near my darling
You say that you are going away
My heart will be with you forever
And I’m counting now the days

Chorus
I know that soon I’ll have to travel
I know I’m over the hill
I feel so all alone since you've been gone
When I heard that first whippoorwill

Our love was planted little darling
Just like the farmer plants his grain
But there will never be a harvest
On the hills the whippoorwills now sing

[chorus]

Our love will fade away in sadness
Just like the farmer plants his grain
But there will never be a harvest
On the hills the whippoorwills now sing

[chorus]

[chorus]

The flowers are blooming little darling
With the budding of the trees
I hear the night birds a crying
I know that they are warning me