Let two grey turtledoves,
Clapping against the clouds,
On their backs the sun,
Be a symbol of our love.
Let a crumbling moon
In a blue sodden sky
Be a keepsake of sadness
Felt with your goodbye.
And the faithful geese from
Europe's cold winter turn
Homeward bound to Africa
So will my love soon return.
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 8:38 AM UTC
Let two grey turtledoves,
Clapping against the clouds,
On their backs the sun,
Be a symbol of our love.
Let a crumbling moon
In a blue sodden sky
Be a keepsake of sadness
Felt with your goodbye.
And the faithful geese from
Europe's cold winter turn
Homeward bound to Africa
So will my love soon return.