The little gray dove

A little gray-blue dove

Sang in its golden cage;

Blue were the skies above,

Still were the storms that rage;

It sang to its mate, Coo-coo,

I do love you.

And in my heart a dove

Sings in its happy cage,

Sings to its own true love,

All in a golden age;

It seems to say, Coo-coo,

I do love you.