There was a song
That told the wrong; Hank sang of Whippoorwill.

Life's only mate,
He's calling late for one that is not there.

The normal call
Is not at all like one he cannot share.

It's lonesome, slow.
So full of woe, a sound to rend the heart.

To mate for life,
A darlin wife and then be torn apart.

So sad a thing
Will quickly bring a tear to any eye.