| Oh the stars and the silver moon is shining
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| All around is the sweetness of the spring
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| But I’m sad and in loneliness, I’m pining
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| For the one I know I will never see again
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| Oh I long for the day when I shall meet her
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| If it be where the angels sweetly sing
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| She is mine and the thought of her grows sweeter
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| When it’s time for the whipporwills to sing
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| When I left with the thought I’d be returning
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| Soon to her with the welcome joy I bring
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| I return, but too late, and now I’m yearning
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| She is gone and in loneliness, I sing
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| Oh I long for the day when I shall meet her
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| If it be where the angels sweetly sing
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| She is mine and the thought of her grows sweeter
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| When it’s time for the whipporwills to sing
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| I remember the night she made the promise
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| And these words said to me, great joy did bring
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| I’ll be true and you know you’ll find me waiting
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| When it’s time for the whipporwills to sing
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| Oh I long for the day when I shall meet her
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| If it be where the angels sweetly sing
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| She is mine and the thought of her grows sweeter
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| When it’s time for the whipporwills to sing |