Whippor, whippor, whipporwill,
Sing your song little whipporwill,
Sing what is yours and no one else's
Your beat, your will, voice is yours.

Whippor, whippor, whipporwill,
Sing your heart out my whipporwill;
Paint with song your canvas pure
For what you know but cannot see
Speak to the rock and make it sing

Whippor, whippor, alas! My sweet, sweet whipporwill,
Your song is so close, so far,
Starry eyes are blinded by cold night
But stay, stay here in the light,
Sing for hope that all may join
In your song, your song of endless voice.