Lonesome Dove

Traditional

Don't you see the lonesome dove fly from pine to pine
She's mournin' for her own true love, just like I mourn for mine

Farewell my love, a long farewell, farewell for a while
For if I go, I'll come again, if I go ten thousand miles

Ten thousand miles I'll go my love, to England France and Spain
But this poor heart won't be at ease till I see your face again

Who will shoe your pretty little foot, and who will glove your hand
And who will kiss your ruby lips till I return again

Papa will shoe my pretty little foot, and Mama will glove my hand
And you will kiss my ruby lips when you return again

The blackest crow that ever did fly will surely turn to white
And if my love proves false to you bright day will turn to night

Peaches in the Summertime and apples in the Fall
If I can't have the one I love I'll have no one at all

Don't you see the lonesome dove fly from pine to pine
She's mournin' for her own true love, just like I mourn for mine
Like I mourn for mine love, like I mourn for mine

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