| Fast asleep in the garden
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| The rain is gone away
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| Somewhere in the margin
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| Are sheep that’s gone astray
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| Like the old man of the ocean
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| Whose eyes tells where he’s been
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| Or one who lacks devotion
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| Betrays his love again
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| The thief will surely die
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| When he’s taken all he can steal
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| Oh whippoorwill
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| Are you high upon your hill
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| While my feet are on the ground
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| Oh whippoorwill
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| You make my heart stand still
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| When I hear your evening sound
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| (PIANO & STRINGS)
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| I know you’re sad, much deeper
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| Then my human ears can hear
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| You never had a keeper
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| Cause you live where no man’s near
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| You call from out the timber
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| Like a chanter on a throne
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| Only to remember
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| The secret still unknown
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| And makes us to decide
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| Are we false or are we real
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| Oh whippoorwill
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| Are you high upon your hill
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| While my feet are on the ground
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| Oh whippoorwill
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| You make my heart stand still
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| When I hear your evening sound
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| When I hear your evening sound
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| When I hear your evening sound
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| Lyrics are copyright 1975, 1976 Randle Chowning |