Gray Dove

A gray dove flew, a silver dove With his gentle love A daring lad was walking by With a maiden fair and shy A daring lad was walking by With a maiden fair and shy That gray little dove you see Is the gallant youth so free That gentle dove so soft above Is the maiden that he loves That gentle dove so soft above Is the maiden that he loves Friends are walking close behind Watching what they find Watching closely, whispering low Speaking soft and slow Watching closely, whispering low Speaking soft and slow “If that little dove so white With her dove would stay tonight If that maiden fair and bright Came to live with me tonight If that maiden fair and bright Came to live with me tonight! Place the dove upon my hand Still he will not stand Move him to the other side Still he will not bide Move him to the other side Still he will not bide Home the little dove has flown Fly, dear dove, fly home Fly, dear dove, fly home again To your loving hen Fly, dear dove, fly home again To your loving hen Gray dove softly cooed his tune Kissed his gentle one And the dove replied with love Kissed her faithful dove And the dove replied with love Kissed her faithful dove A gray dove flew, a silver dove With his gentle love A daring lad was walking by With a maiden fair and shy A daring lad was walking by With a maiden fair and shy