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Morning Dove Lyrics - Artist : Byrne, Julie
Sing a call to a morning 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 walking 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 love Which knew not sorrow nor betrayal When truth was will in the singing of the gale But when I lay in a verdant field None could stay my rising I went out walking in the wood And the light casts long from the moon And life is short as a breath half-taken I could not wait to tell you the truth I have been waiting on you |
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