The Dove Pete Seeger

The storm clouds hang on the hill
The thunder rolls through the plain
But there goes that little bird
She winging her way through the rain

The buzzard stirs in the gloom
The jackal stalks thru the shade
But clearing the dim edge of doom
The dove makes her way unafraid

There goes the dove on thru the day
There goes that little bird winging her way
Over the dove, way up on high
There is a rainbow spanning the sky
Ovеr the dove, way up on high
Therе is a rainbow spanning the sky

The rocket lights up the way
And sears her wing with its flame
And night burns as bright as the day
The dove soars along just the same

The guns sound off with a blast
And snarl at the dove on its course
But there she goes faithfully past
And braves the full burst of the force