White dove, white dove Tell me about love Tell me about love I know, I know I seem like a bloodlorn crow I seem like a bloodlorn crow Sing true Sing clear Sing to draw them near I tried, you see To sing sweet As a chickadee And their souls for to free Free for them Not for me Free for them Not for me So I squawked, so I screamed Tore apart all their dreams Tore apart all their dreams Sing true Sing clear Sing to draw them near If I fly all alone Will I die? Skin and bones Where's the branch? Where's the tree? That will shade and comfort me Shade and comfort me Sing true Sing clear Sing to draw them near