Whip-Poor-Will - Teresa Brewer

I got my window open in the southern cross hotel

It’s been my longest night I can tell

By the way I’m not surprised

To see the desert cover over paradise

Now count every rhododrendon in this cool mountain light

I’ve made more mistakes than that just tonight

So all of you folks in heaven not too a busy ringing the bells

Some of us down here aren’t doing very well

Some of us with our windows open in the southern cross hotel

Still waiting

Still waiting

For you to sing that song again

The one you were singing at the very fall of man

It ain’t hallelujah but it might as well have been

Sing it brother one more time

Sing it brother one more time

Sing it sister one more time

Sing it sister one more time

Once for everybody who got left behind

Whip-poor-will

O whip-poor-will

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