Allan Taylor - 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