Under the moonlight
Out on the hill
I hear the call of a lone whip-poor-will
He's got no love bird
to sit on his knee
And I got no darlin'
so lonesome are we:
CHORUS:
Poor Whip-Poor-Will
We're both up a tree
Move over! Move Over!
And make room for me
Poor Whip-Poor-Will
How blue can we be?
Move over! Move Over!
And make room for me.
I had a sweetheart
Sweet as could be
Last night she said
she'd go walkin' with me
True she went walkin'
but with some one new
And that's why I'm lonesome
and feelin like you: