Springtime is near my darling

You say that you are going away

My heart will be with you my darling

And IÃÆ'‚'m counting now the days



   I know that soon IÃÆ'‚'ll have to travel

   I know IÃÆ'‚'m over the hill

   I feel so all alone my darling said sheÃÆ'‚'d be gone

   When I heard that first whippoorwill



The flowers are blooming little darling

With the budding of the trees

I hear the night birds a crying

I know that they are warning me



Our love was planted little darling

Just like the farmer plants his grain

But there will never be a harvest

On the hills the whippoorwills now sing