My Ladys a Wild Flying Dove - текст песни
My Lady's a Wild Flying Dove
Some ladies are foolish Some ladies are gay Some ladies are comely Some live while they may
My lady's a wild flying dove My lady is wine She whispers each evening She's mine, mine, mine
She likes pretty pictures She loves singing birds She'll watch them for hours But I see only her
She tells me she's learning Just how full her cup can be She asks me to help her But I know, she's teaching me
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