In the morning of my life
I ran through the hills,
and the whippoorwills sang their songs just for me
And each brand new day was a sweet melody
In the morning of my life
We'd swim in the creek, playing hide & seek
Like the wind wild and free.
And each brand new day was a sweet melody
But now the world has grown so old;
The songs have been sung.
There's no one left for me to hold
But all of my memories remained so young.
In the twilight of my life
I dream of the hills,
and the whippoorwills who once sang just for me
Day is fading fast
and now, my love, the evening is near
The evening is here.
how I long for one more song
now for this sweet mourning of my life.