Springtime is near my darling You say that you are going away My heart will be with you my darling And I'm counting now the days
I know that soon I'll have to travel I know I'm over the hill I feel so all alone my darling said she'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 singTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
