I think most of us
think of these things from the guy's
viewpoint -- an old guy
getting frisky with
a young hottie. But one song's
about a young guy:
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 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
Well then suddenly there was no one left standing
In the hall -- yeah, yeah
And a flood of tears
That no one really ever heard fall at all
Oh, I went searchin' for an answer
Up the stairs and down the hall
Not to find an answer, just to hear the call
Of a nightbird, singing "Come away...come away..."
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
Well I hear you in the morning and I hear you
At nightfall. Sometime to be near you
Is to be unable to hear you,
My love.
I'm a few years older than you . . .
I'm a few years older than you, my love . . .
Just like the white winged dove sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
ooo baby...ooo...said ooo
Just like the white winged dove sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
ooo baby...ooo...said ooo . . .
