Gordon Bok - Mourning dove

I have a ^Ghouse, I have a ^Chome I have a ^Gplace where wildflowers ^Cgrow ^G I have some trees, where squirrels can ^Cnest And mourning ^Gdoves can take their ^Crest

I have a ^Gdog, I have a ^Csong I have to ^Glet the mystery roll ^Con ^G I am alive, I am in ^Clove I want to ^Gtell the mourning ^Cdove ^{D C D}

But when she ^Cflew she did not ^Gsing The cold wind ^Cwhistled on her ^Dwing

Oh, do not ^Ggrieve, sweet mourning ^Cdove Your sad old ^Gsong is a song of ^Clove On the ^Gday when I was ^Cnew You held me ^Gonce, no one held ^Cyou

I think of ^Gyou as a mourning ^Cdove That only ^Gflew on wings of ^Clove I think of ^Gyou as a mourning ^Cdove That only ^Gflew on wings of ^Clove ^{G C}