We were bleary-eyed and weak
still reeling from the heat
but the sun was going down, down, down
just to get back where you are
and the love was all around
where the cherry blossoms bloom
There's a whisper in the field
there's a stillness you can feel
as it swallows all the sound
The whippoorwill, he cries
but no matter how he tries
beneath the southern stars
I will blossom where you are