The Dove

The dove she is a pretty bird, she sings as she flies She brings us glad tidings and tells us no lies She drinks the spring waters to make her voice clear When her nest she is building and summer is near Come all you young fellows take warning by me Don't go for a soldier, don't join no army For the dove she will leave you, the raven will come And death will come marching at the beat of a drum Come all you pretty fair maids, come walk in the sun And don't let your young man ever carry a gun For the gun, it will scare her, and she'll fly away And then there'll be weeping by night and by day. The dove she is a pretty bird, she sings as she flies She brings us glad tidings and tells us no lies She drinks the spring waters to make her voice clear When her nest she is building and summer is near --- The Dove - Judy Collins