Fast asleep 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