I wish I Were a Mourning Dove

Rutger van Groningen

Oh, I wish I were a gentle calling bird,
Perhaps a grey and graceful mourning dove.
For then my song upon the dawn
Would only be to greet the sun
And not to mourn the loss of my true love.

Oh, I wish I were a soft and fleecy lamb,
At my mothers side all in green meadows fair.
I'd romp in the summer rain
And never know the pain
That comes with love, sure as we breathe the air.

I wish I were a water lily white,
On a hidden pond, so still and oh so deep.
I'd my petals fold away
At the dusking of the day
And never would I cry myself to sleep.

But I am just a man with a human heart.
And one day its beating will all cease.
Great love it has great cost
And I know that mine's all lost -
Perhaps when my heart's stilled I will know peace.

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