If I could I would break into flower If I could I'd no longer be barren This day is filling up my room Is coming through my door Oh, I have not seen this day before Oh, mourning dove, we'll go up to my roof Oh, mourning dove, we'll go into the sky This day is filling up my room Is coming through my door Oh, I have not seen this day before And the cars are a stream running by me Bend away to a place I don't know This day is filling up my room Is coming through my door Oh, I have not seen this day before