where the whippoorwill is whispering goodnight

when the sun sets far away beyond the mountains

and the silvery moon is peeping through the trees

shadows gently gather round the old plantation

while the bells are chiming softly on the breeze

then in dreams i wandered back to home and mother

where daisies turn the meadow green to white

and the mockingbirds will greet me in the morning

and at eve the whippoorwill bids me goodnight

where she's sleeping now the whippoorwill is calling

o'er her grave the flowers are blooming fair and bright

pearly dewdrops on the ivy leaves are falling

where the whippoorwill is whispering goodnight

round that door the same old ivy vine is clinging

now sweet daisies in the meadow are in bloom

in the treetops i can hear those night-birds singing

but the old homestead is wrapped in silent gloom

by the fireside one familiar face is missing

that tender smile no longer greets my sight

in that quaint old-fashioned home tonight i'm listening

where the whippoorwill is whispering goodnight

where she's sleeping now the whippoorwill is calling

o'er her grave the flowers are blooming fair and bright

pearly dewdrops on the ivy leaves are falling

where the whippoorwill is whispering goodnight