He comes to me each springtime now
And sings his loving song.
The memories he brings to me
Just make me sing along.
It was so many years ago
That I first heard him call.
The most blessed sound I ever heard,
A wonder to recall.
It was the year he came to me,
A love out of the blue.
He was the finest man I'd known
Who loved me oh so true.
I have no tears to shed just now.
The birdie sings so gay.
I guess I shed them long ago,
The year he passed away.
But now I hear the whippoorwill
Who sang to both of us.
And though I have no wish to cry,
Why do I make such fuss?
I guess it's just my memories,
They all come streaming back.
There are so many to recall
Sometimes I just lose track.
But here he is, the whippoorwill.
Reminding me again,
Of how it was when he loved me
As I loved him back then.
These memories are all I have.
He left so long ago.
I guess it's just the whippoorwill
Who knows I miss him so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem