Little dove upon the tree
As the day be at its end
How you look so lonely there
Like you have not a friend
You look at all that lovely seed
As day be passing by
It’s a cinch that you’ll be in that bowl
Before this day shall die.
Little dove among that seed
Head bobbing up and down
I see you as you eat your fill
What joy it seems, you’ve found
It’s certain that you love this life
Though you wander all alone
It seems to me that seed you eat
Be the best thing you have known.
Little dove, the time is near
When you must go to bed
To harbor there in some safe tree
And rest your sleepy head
I hope this feed you have on me
Will make you brave and strong
So then tomorrow with the dawn
You can sing your morning song.