Fast a sleep in the garden
the rain is gone away
somewhere in the margin
are sheep thats gone astray
like the old man of the ocean
whos eyes tell where hes been
or one who lacks devotion
betrays his love again
the keep will surely die
when hes taken all he can steel

Oh, whipporwhill, are you high upon your hill?
while my feet are on the ground?
Oh, whipporwhill, you make my heart stand still
when I hear your evening sound

I know you sad, much deeper
than my human ears can hear
you never had a keeper
'cause you live where no mans near

you call from out the timber
like a chatter on a crow
only to remember the
secret still unknown
that makes to decide
are we false or are we real?

Oh, whipporwhill, are you high upon your hill?
while my feet are on the ground?
Oh, whipporwhill, you make my heart stand still
when i hear your evening sound

when i hear your evening sound