(Guitar part in the beginning):

Just like the white winged dove

sings a song 

Sounds like she's singing

oh...oh...oh 

Just like the white winged dove

sings a song

Sounds like she's singing.

oh.. oh... oh



And the days go by like a strand in the wind 

In the web that is my own where I begin again 

Said to my friend, baby nothin' else mattered 



She was no more than a baby then 

Well she seemed broken hearted

Something within her 

But the moment that I first laid

Eyes on her all alone on the edge of seventeen 



Just like the white winged dove

sings a song 

Sounds like she's singing

oh... oh... oh 

Just like the white winged dove

sings a song

Sounds like she's singing

oh... oh ... oh 



I went today maybe I will go again tomorrow 

And the music there was hauntingly familiar 

And I see you doing what I try to do for me 

With the words of a poet and the voice of a choir 

And a melody like nothing else mattered 



Just like the white winged dove

sings a song 

Sounds like she's singing

oh... oh... oh

Just like the white winged dove

sings a song

Sounds like she's singing

oh... oh... oh



And so, with the slow graceful flow of age 

I went forth with an age old desire to please 

On the edge of, edge of, edge of, 

edge of, edge of, edge of... seventeen 



Well then suddenly

there was no one left standing in the hall

In a flood of tears 

no one really ever heard fall at all 

Oh I went searchin' for an answer

Up the stairs and down the hall 

Not to find an answer but just to hear the call 

Of a nightbird singing come away, come away



Just like the white winged dove

sings a song 

Sounds like she's singing

oh... oh... oh

Just like the white winged dove

sings a song

Sounds like she's singing

oh... oh... oh



Just like the white winged dove

sings a song 

Sounds like she's singing

oh... oh... oh

Just like the white winged dove

sings a song

Sounds like she's singing