White Dove
Someone took my Love away
on the wings of white dove--
Let me fly to yesterday
to the arms of my Love...
White dove coos her melody,
White dove hears my sorrow,
White dove broken, now your free,
Free to roam tomorrow.
White dove rests about my head,
Stays there come the evening--
Come to comfort from the dead,
Rise my soul from grieving...
White dove coos her melody,
White dove hears my sorrow,
White dove broken, now your free,
Free to roam tomorrow.
On the day my Lover died
on the hill Golgotha--
White dove flew from out His side,
Holy Maranatha...
White dove coos her melody,
White dove hears my sorrow,
White dove broken, now your free,
Free to roam tomorrow.