Mourning Dove
About a guy who goes out every day to find a mourning dove singing a sad song in his yard, but the guy has grown used to sitting out there and singing with the bird like they're friends.
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Mourning dove, on my branch, start your singin'
Remind me that life is one long lonesome song
You and me, my dearest friend, are just like brothers
For we're out here making music all alone
Mourning dove, are those tears that you're cryin'
Like you flew too far away, can't get back home
I was out on that limb once, my friend, believe me
That's how I recognize the pain comin' from your tome
Mourning dove, you've been moanin' more than normal
But what's normal in this cold world, after all
Yeah, I feel you, friend, 'cause she don't love me either
And what little joy we had is now long gone
Mourning dove, can you tell me where the sun went
Hell, I ain't seen it out not once today
And if I thought it'd work, I'd go and grab my guitar
And you and me would sing those clouds away
Mourning dove, I guess you better get to flyin'
Unlike me, you ain't gotta stay so close to ground
Go and seek your better days, and when you find 'em
Sing me a new song the next time you're back around
© Brian Hendrix 2023
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