The dove - Allan Taylor/Chris Jones/Frank Fiedler/Dirko Juchem/Eberhard Weber/Andy Irvine

Lyrics by：Allan Taylor

Composed by：Allan Taylor

I saw her in the morning as

She flew in on the wind

Sweeping down from the mountains and out across the plain

Flying in my pure white dove she landed in my hand

She was giving me a message that I tried to understand

She was giving me a message that I tried to understand

Well her voice was pure and simple though something sounded wrong

For my ears had grown accustomed to a different kind of song

And as she brushed against my face

She looked me in the eye

She said follow me my traveller

I will teach you how to fly

Follow me my traveller

I will teach you how to fly

Fly on my precious bird of peace

And show me what you must

Show me all those promises that crumbled into dust

I do not doubt your honesty

Your gentle heart is pure

But I weep for your innocence and the pain you must endure

I weep for your innocence and the pain you must endure

And as we flew across the land she slowly lost her flight

And the sun lay down in sympathy

And gave way to the night

But guided by a distant star

She found the strength to fly

And leaving me behind her she vanished in the sky

Leaving me behind her she vanished in the sky