Just like a white winged dove
Sings the song that sounds like she's singing

And the days go by like a strand in the wind in the web that is my own I begin again
Said to my friend baby, nothing else matters
He was no more than a baby then
Well he seemed broken-hearted
Something within him
But the moment that I first laid eyes on him all alone on the edge of seventeen

Just like a white winged dove sings the songs that sounds like she's singing

Well I went today maybe I'll go again tomorrow
Yeah yeah well the music there well it was hauntingly familiar
When I see you doing what I try to do for me with the words of a poet and a voice of a choir and a melody nothing else matters

Just like a white winged dove sings the songs that sounds like she's singing

And so with the slow flow of age I went forth with a desire to please on the edge of seventeen. Ooohhhh.

Well then suddenly there was no one left standing in the hallway
Yeah yeah in a flood of tears that no one ever really fall at all
I went searching for an answer up the stairs and down the hall
Not to find answer but just to hear the call of the night bird
Singing come away, come away

Just like a white winged dove sings the songs that sounds like she's singing