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By
a forest
By a stream
There is a little bird that sings
He
sings by night
Not by day
He sings to his mate this way
Whip-or-will
Whip-or-will
Come
my love and sing
Whip-or-will
Whip-or-will
Let's
pass the night in song
As
the moon
Rises o're the plain
She joins in his little song
And
togther
Their voices rise
To sing the night-bird song
Whip-or-will
Whip-or-will
Come
my love and sing
Whip-or-will
Whip-or-will
Let's
pass the night in song
As
comes dawn
And the light
The cease to sing their ending tune
But
come evening
And the night
Their voices rise to sing a-new
Whip-or-will
Whip-or-will
Come
my love and sing
Whip-or-will
Whip-or-will
Let's
pass the night in song
As
the days
And nights go by
Little ones learn to fly
And
they're tought
The night-bird song
And so the treadition is
passed along
Whip-or-will
Whip-or-will
Come
my love and sing
Whip-or-will
Whip-or-will
Let's
pass the night in song