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 My lady's a wild flying dove My lady is wine She whispers each evening She's mine, mine, mine She tells me she's learning How full her cup can be She asks me to help her But I know, she's teaching me My lady's a wild flying dove My lady is wine She whispers each evening She's mine, mine, mine My lady's a wild flying dove My lady is wine She whispers each evening She's mine, mine, mine