Mourning Dove

I fell asleep in your beautiful dream, one sister to another

Don't ask the moon before you hear it from me

How can you call upon the mother of the sun?

I want to hear you speak, I want to only believe

How maybe we're so free, but tell me what you seek

Tell me what you seek

But in the mirror you become, in the presence of the one

Pale blue refrain, I hear the mourning dove

I hear the mourning dove

It's so clear, my love

I hear the mourning dove

I hear the mourning dove

You won't be bound or be allowed to conceal

The new shapes in the cup of tea

The cold smoke and the yarrow leaves

I know my baby wants to read them to me

Don't you wanna wash away? Every little thing we say, maybe

Written in another language or maybe, no one can begin to say

I see a vision and become in the presence of the one

Through the wind and the rain I hear the mourning dove

I hear the mourning dove

So clear, my love

I hear the mourning dove

It's coming through, my love