Lark And Dove Heather Dale

A goodwife weeded her garden roots
The lark sings sweet in the morning-o
Humming a tune to the sound of hooves
The dove speaks soft at night

The hoofbeats ceased at the garden wall
The lark sings sweet in the morning-o
She smiled and stood at the rich knight’s call
The dove speaks soft at night

When last they’d met, they’d both been young
The lark sings sweet in the morning-o
With a secret love that had gone unsung
The dove speaks soft at night… The dove speaks soft at night

He’d taken her favour ten years before
And he’d sworn he’d treasure no other
He’d carried it with him through the war
And now he’d returned to his lover-o
He’d finally returned to his lover

But here she was, another man’s wife
With children and prosperous steading
He’d guarded that torn veil with his life
While she had been forgetting-o
While she had been forgetting