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 are much wizer,
than my human ears can hear
you never had a keeper
'cause you live where no mans near

you call from out the timber
when the night is dark and still
and you make me wonder
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..........