_Composed by H. Millard._
Oh, meet me when daylight is fading,
And is darkening into the night,
When song-birds are singing their vespers,
And the day has far vanished from sight;
And then I will tell you, darling,
All the love I have cherished so long,
If you will but meet me at evening,
When you hear the first whip-poor-will’s song.