Allan Taylor - The dove

I ^Gsaw her in the morning as she ^Cflew in on the ^Gwind Sweeping down from the mountains, ^Cout across the ^Gplain ^DFlying in, my pure white dove, she ^Clanded in my hand She was^G giving me a ^Cmessage that I ^Gtried to understand ^{Em C}She was ^Ggiving me a ^Emmessage that I ^Gtried to ^Dunder^Gstand ^{C G C}

Well, her ^Gvoice was pure and simple, though ^Csomething sounded ^Gwrong For my ears had grown accustomed to a ^Cdifferent kind of ^Gsong And as she brushed against my face, she ^Clooked me in the eye She said^G "Follow me my ^Ctraveller, I will ^Gteach you how to fly" ^{Em C} "^GFollow me my ^Emtraveller, I will ^Gteach you ^Dhow to ^Gfly"

^GFly on my precious bird of peace and ^Cshow me what you ^Gmust Show me all those promises that ^Ccrumbled into ^Gdust I do ^Dnot doubt your honesty, your ^Cgentle heart is pure But I ^Gweep for your ^Cinnocence and the ^Gpain you must endure^{Em C} I ^Gweep for your ^Eminnocence and the ^Gpain you ^Dmust en^Gdure ^{C G C}

And ^Gas we flew across the land, she ^Cslowly lost her ^Gflight And the sun lay down in sympathy and ^Cgave way to the ^Gnight But ^Dguided by a distant star, she ^Cfound the strength to fly And ^Gleaving me be^Chind her, she ^Gvanished in the ^Emsky ^{C G}Leaving me be^Emhind her, she ^Gvanished ^Din the ^Gsky