The Dove

A man once came to sing to me
Bearing tunes of sweet
In the green of the land he would comfort me
It was there
We would often meet
Oh, meet

A smile so real a gate a land
His hair all bronzed and twined
Within his eyes a brightest blue
His love reflected mine
Oh, mine

One eve his music it eased my mind
While creatures watched in awe
His call aroused us from the glade
And he was seen
No more
No more

And all his night a year forgone
I seek tranquility
His call was for more wordly days
He could not remain
With me
With me

Now listeners, take heed my words
Don't shy away from love
One hour of love is not in vain
If given you by
The dove
The dove
The dove



Credits
Writer(s): Linda Hoover
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