The cry of the whippoorwill,
In the far distance
Day gives in to night,
With so little resistance
Stars chatter, with their twinkles,
Up in the blackened skies
And I, wait patiently,
For my love to rise
He laughs with me, cries with me,
I dance in his soft glow
Ours is the truest love,
I'm sure I'll ever know
He leaves with the sunrise,
For me, far too soon
And I am left to wait out the day,
For my love, the man in the moon