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O my love is light as a dove |
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Her skin is fair and dark is her hair |
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And her eyes dart 'round and fall on the ground |
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And her lips move along to an old country song |
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Down south you will find among the high pines |
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An old liquor store where we danced on the floor |
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O the light on the wall, it brightens the hall |
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But the room in the back is quiet and black |
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What keeps me alive is the green in your eyes |
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And the sweet distant drone of your voice on the phone |
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Could I hear, in death, your voice and your breath? |
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Could I hear them sounds in life underground? |
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O how likely she walks among the white stalks |
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And, crane in her neck, she steps 'round the deck |
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Could I bow in the sand to your lily white hand? |
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Can my head gently rest in your lily white breast? |
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O my love is light as a dove |
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Her skin is fair and dark is her hair |
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And her eyes dart 'round and fall on the ground |
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And her lips move along to an old country song |
