Part V (The Eagle Song)
I
Deep the dew water falls
No one comes close to me!
Where are you, whip-poor-will?
Why I am waiting now
Calling your voice again?
II
Screaming the night away,
With his great wing feathers
Swooping the darkness up;
I hear the Eagle bird
Pulling the blanket back
Off from the eastern sky.
III
How swift he flies bearing the sun to the morning.
See how he sits down in the trails of the eastern sky!
Whip-poor-will, Whip-poor-will, no more I follow thee!
When the night comes again, wilt thou say, “Follow me”?