If I looked for a black male pigeon,
If I want a white male pigeon;
The one with little grey spots,
Or the other one, that's iridescent.
Or the other one, that's iridescent...
Grey or iridescent,
Deep black, white or with spots,
Coloured or pale; it doesn't matter
If it knows to both fly and love...
If it knows to both fly and love...
Kisses that would lend us wings
So we can fly even higher...
Kisses that would lend us wings
So we can learn to traverse the spaces!
So we can learn to traverse the spaces...
So we can learn to traverse the spaces...
I want to be the white dove,
As white as your smile;
Coming in and out of the dovecot
Without ever asking at all.
Without ever asking at all...
If I knew that you wanted me,
I would give you a sign:
A little feather on the road,
My window wide open.
My window wide open...
And with the moon acting as your guide,
You shall find my home;
I will sing rain songs
So that the fields release their scent!
So that the fields release their scent...
So that the fields release their scent...
A cushion made of wet moss
Will work as our pillow,
White geraniums, carnations
Will greet us as we walk by.
Will greet us as we walk by...
Will greet us as we walk by...