The Dove

I saw her in the morning as she flew in on the wind
Sweeping down from the mountains and out across the plain
Flying in my pure white dove, she landed in my hand
She was giving me a message that I tried to understand
She was giving me a message that I tried to understand.

Well her voice was pure and simple, though something sounded wrong
For my ears had grown accustomed to a different kind of song
And as she brushed against my face, she looked me in the eye
She said "Follow me my traveller, I will teach you how to fly"
"Follow me my traveller, I will teach you how to fly".

Fly on my precious bird of peace and show me what you must
Show me all those promises that crumbled into dust
I do not doubt your honesty, your gentle heart is pure
But I weep for your innocence and the pain you must endure
I weep for your innocence and the pain you must endure.

And as we flew across the land she slowly lost her flight
And the sun lay down in sympathy and gave way to the night
But guided by a distant star she found the strength to fly
And leaving me behind her, she vanished in the sky
Leaving me behind her, she vanished in the sky.