Little Dove

Ahh, a journey song of the soul...

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I am flying. . .
Like the dove cast forth from Noah’s ark
I hold the seed of peace in my heart
But when will I land on the olive branch
Rest my weary wings

I am flying. . .
Little Dove, full of love
Searching for a home for her people

And I grow so weary as the rain beats down upon me
And all around is water, turbulent waters
How the waves lap up at me
They say, “come rest in the arms of the mother
Come rest in the arms of the mama ocean”

Little Dove. . . drowning
Tumbled on the waves, tossed all around
Till I don’t know which way is up or down
as I travel, travel down
Then like Jonah, I meet my destiny
Swallow me
Swallow me
Swallow me whole (x3)

I am flying through darkened caverns
Strange, dusty lands

But I find a fire in the belly of the beast
Don’t get too close, you will be burned
But like the Phoenix, you will return

I am flying. . .

I find my breath, it takes me high
Sweet wind of life that I will ride
On the breath of the whale, larger than life
Stronger than a hurricane,
I will ride
I will ride to the sky
That’s all I know
is how to fly
I am flying. . .

And when will I find a warm and gentle land?
When will I dance upon the sand?
When will we find a warm and gentle land?
When will we dance upon the sand?

Little Dove, full (fool) of love
Searching for a home for her people
Searching for a home for her people
Searching for a home for her people