The lonesome dove
Weill, Kurt
Oh, don't you see that lonesome dove
That flies so high degree;
She knows it's hard for me to die
Without that you love me.
Oh, don't you see that lonesome dove
That flies from vine to vine;
She's mourning for her own true love
Like I will mourn for mine.
Like I will mourn for mine, my love,
Believe me what I say,
You are the darling of my heart
Until my dying day.
I wish I were some distant place
Or on some distant shore,
Or down in some low valley place
Where wild beasts howl and roar.
Where wild beasts howl and roar, my love,
Believe me what I say,
You are the darling of my heart
Until my dying day.