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

I know that soon I’ll have to travel
I know I’m over the hill
I feel so all alone, my darling said she’d be gone
When I heard that first whippoorwill

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

I know that soon I’ll have to travel
I know I’m over the hill
I feel so all alone, my darling said she’d be 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 whippoorwill now sing

I know that soon I’ll have to travel
I know I’m over the hill
I feel so all alone, my darling said she’d be gone
When I heard that first whippoorwill