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
Whoo, whoo, whoo
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 sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
Whoo, whoo, whoo
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
Sounds like she's singing
Whoo, whoo, whoo
Just like the white winged dove sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
Whoo, whoo, whoo
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 sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
Whoo, whoo, whoo
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
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