When the sun in early morning 

When the world stops spinnin’ 

When time at last stands still 

When in a moment you are gone 

Will I hear the whip-poor-will 

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Afternoons on Wallum Lake 

Summers drenched in sun 

Shafts of light dance on the water 

All we had was fun 

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You would whistle like the whip-poor-will 

I would giggle in delight 

The evening song of crickets 

Would bring us into night 

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In God’s wisdom you are gone 

You weren’t here long I see 

I yearn to hear just one more time 

The whip-poor-will sing his song for me 

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Now on the porch this old man sits 

In dread of each tomorrow 

The sky grey on a cold wet day 

No light to break the sorrow 

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A stillness falls upon the lake 

A soothing hand so right and true 

I need not ask nor be told 

The presence now of you 

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A single voice breaks through the air 

From an evening star 

The whip-poor-will now sings to me 

A love song from afar 

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From above with tender love 

So near and yet so far 

The whip-poor-will now sings to me

From the Evening Star 

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