Mourning Dove লিরিক্স

Sing a call to the mourning dove Over the prairie, through the hills I hear it still in the singing of the bread From your lips which splashed my dull house With music I went out walkin’ in the wood By a river which never sleeps All I bare, all I sieve I thought of you so presently I dreamt of the warmest days of our love Which knew not sorrow nor betrayal When truth was will in the singing of the gale And when I lay in this verdant field None can stay my rising I went out walkin’ in the wood Light cast long from the moon Life is short as a breath half taken I could not wait to tell you the truth I have been waiting on you