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Oh nightglow falls in the southern forest tonight.
Its southeast
indeed as to where this heaven dwells you see.
On a cold winters night you can see stars so far.
With a small
fire that roars, I keep warm for there is no one to adore.
The fire sparks, crackles, and pops sending ashes and smoke
out through the night sky in search of what I seek it carries my message, to you it will speak.
The stars they sparkle
every night under a clear southern forest sky so you can see.
It gets so quiet, you can hear the lonesome cry of the
wild, the whipperwill, my neighbor the owl all call to their ladies fair. Will she reply, will she hear his cry?
He
gets lucky indeed, she hollers right back, and there he is.
Oh, then there are screeches and squalls, till they're
all enthralled, thankfully it doesn't last long. Yes love dwells in the southern forest can't you tell.
The lone wolf
seeks his mate for life on this cold winter night.
As the full moon rises it shimmers and glows making the fresh falling
snow glimmer and sparkle like the stars in the sky.
The wolf he stands still and looks to the sky, and begins his
lonesome cry. To his mate he does seek, alone no more to be.
Oh, let me tell you this and tell you true, the sweet
night bird you see has his lady true.
Seek her he does not, for he is the luck soul the rest is not.
For they
seek what they do not have and till they find will be sad.
So let me ask you, and ask you fair.
Is the night
bird to compare his wonderful life with his lady true to the sorrow that makes the whipperwill, owl and wolf, cry out for
their lady to find.
I think not for happiness he has found, but the search goes on for the rest you see because they
have not yet found me.
So they cry, cry for that which the night bird has.
The love that he does posses.
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