Eileen Rodgers

 A whippoorwill awakens
 And she tells the golden morn
 That while the world was sleeping
 Some new whippoorwills were born
 Showing the lark and the dove
 Another miracle of love
 A bee begins a buzzin'
 Makin' honey out of dew
 And roses by the dozen
 Bloom where flowers never grew
 Warmed by the sun from above
 Another miracle of love
 Yes, I believe in miracles
 That miracles come true
 Dear, I believe in miracles
 Just look at me and you
 Two strangers in the morning
 Then two friends this afternoon
 Now strangers in the morning
 Are two sweethearts 'neath the moon
 Close as a hand in a glove
 Another miracle of love