Mournin' dove, come fly to me
I will sing your harmony
'Til the night replace the day
I will sing your song your way

Nightingale, I hear your trill
'Neath the stars, the night is still
Gentle breeze you call to me
I will sing your harmony

'Til the sun begin to rise
And we open sleepy eyes
Whippoorwill, your melody
Joins our song, the dove and me