 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
THE DOVE SONG.
Coo! coo! coo! coo!
Thus did I hear the turtle dove,
Coo! coo! coo!
Murmuring forth her love;
And as she flew from tree to tree,
How melting seemed the notes to me—
Coo! coo! coo!
So like the voice of lovers,
'Twas passing sweet to hear
The bird within the covers,
In the spring time of the year.
Thus did I hear the turtle dove,
Coo! coo! coo!
Murmuring forth her love;
And as she flew from tree to tree,
How melting seemed the notes to me—
Coo! coo! coo!
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'Twas passing sweet to hear
The bird within the covers,
In the spring time of the year.
Coo! coo! coo! coo!
Thus the songs returned again—
Coo! coo! coo!
Through the shady glen;
But there I wandered lone and sad,
While every bird around was glad;
Coo! coo! coo!
Thus so fondly murmured they,
Coo! coo! coo!
While my love was away.
And yet the song to lovers,
Though sad, is sweet to hear,
From birds within the covers,
In the spring time of the year.
Thus the songs returned again—
Coo! coo! coo!
Through the shady glen;
But there I wandered lone and sad,
While every bird around was glad;
Coo! coo! coo!
Thus so fondly murmured they,
Coo! coo! coo!
While my love was away.
And yet the song to lovers,
Though sad, is sweet to hear,
From birds within the covers,
In the spring time of the year.
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |