White Snow Dove
Chris Simpson
When the last of the wine has sunk in the jar
And sleep fills my weary eyes
Then I see my love like a white snow dove
Like a white snow dove, she flies
For she and I are ships that sail
For a league on the rolling sea
And I see my love like a white snow dove
Like a white snow dove, flies she
Come stay by me, come lay by me
Come dance the long night away
For you fly like a dove, likе a white snow dove
Yes you fly likе a dove to me
