Just like the white winged dove...

sings a song ...

Sounds like she's singing...

whoo...whoo...whoo

Just like the white winged dove...

sings a song...

Sounds like she's singing...

ooo...baby...ooo...said ooo





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...

Nothin' else mattered





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 the white winged dove...

sings a song ...

Sounds like she's singing...

whoo...whoo...whoo

Just like the white winged dove...

sings a song...

Sounds like she's singing...

ooo...baby...ooo...said ooo





I went today...maybe I will go again...

tomorrow

And the music there it was hauntingly...

familiar

And I see you doing...

what I try to do for me

With the words from a poet...

and the voice from a choir

And a melody...nothing else mattered





Just like the white winged dove...

sings a song ...

Sounds like she's singing...

whoo...whoo...whoo

Just like the white winged dove...

sings a song...

Sounds like she's singing...

ooo...baby...ooo...said ooo





The clouds...never expect it...

when it rains

But the sea changes colours...

but the sea...

Does not change

And so...with the slow...graceful flow..

of age

I went forth...with an age old...

desire...to please

On the edge of...seventeen





Just like the white winged dove...

sings a song ...

Sounds li