Текст песни The First Whippoorwill - Bill Monroe
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                    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
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                love 
                                                was 
                                                planted, 
                                                little 
                                                darling
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                farmer 
                                                plants 
                                                his 
                                                grain
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                there 
                                                will 
                                                never 
                                                be 
                                                    a 
                                                harvest
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                hills, 
                                                the 
                                                whippoorwill 
                                                now 
                                                sing
 
                                    
                                
                                                    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
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Travelin' This Lonesome Road
2 Kentucky Waltz
3 Rocky Road Blues
4 Goodbye Old Pal
5 Bluegrass Special
6 Come Back to Me In My Dreams
7 Mansions for Me
8 Mother's Only Sleeping
9 Heavy Traffic Ahead
10 Toy Heart
11 Blue Yodel No. 4
12 Will You Be Loving Another Man
13 How Will I Explain About You
14 Wicked Path Of Sin
15 Little Cabin Home on the Hill
16 Bluegrass Breakdown
17 It's Mighty Dark to Travel
18 I Hear a Sweet Voice Calling
19 Sweetheart You Done Me Wrong
20 That Home Above
21 Little Community Church
22 Along About Daybreak
23 When You Are Lonely
24 I'm Travelin' On and On
25 Molly and Tenbrooks (The Racehorse Song)
26 Bluegrass Stomp
27 The Girl in the Blue Velvet Band
28 Can't You Hear Me Callin'
29 I'm Blue, I'm Lonesome
30 My Little Georgia Rose
31 I'm On My Way To The Old Home
32 Uncle Pen
33 Lord Protect My Soul
34 Rawhide
35 Brakeman's Blues
36 Sugar Coated Love
37 Christmas Time's a Comin'
38 The First Whippoorwill
39 In the Pines (1952 version)
40 The Little Girl And The Dreadful Snake
41 Memories of Mother and Dad
42 Walking In Jerusalem
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