Mourning Dove
I fell asleep in your beautiful dream
One sister to another
Don’t ask the moon before you hear it from me
How can you call upon the mother of the sun?
I want to hear you speak
I want to only believe
How maybe we’re so free
But tell me what you see, tell me what you see
But in the mirror you become, in the presence of the one
Pale blue refrain, I hear the mourning dove

I hear the mourning dove
So clear my love
I hear the mourning dove
I hear the mourning dove

You won’t be bound or be allowed to conceal
The new shapes in the cup of tea
The cold smoke and the yarrow leaves
I know my baby wants to read 'em to me
Don’t you wanna wash away?
Every little thing we say, maybe
Written in another language, baby
No one can begin to say
I see a vision and become in the presence of the one
Through the wind and the rain I hear the mourning dove
I hear the mourning dove
So clear my love
I hear the mourning dove
It's coming through my love