White Bird

Hey white bird flying by on your two slender wings
Favour us by coming low, whispering quiet, tell me what you think
Are those storm winds just coincidence
That both our rising tides make sense
I'd seen you turn from a young girl tense, to a woman
Who can laugh, and love, and cries to me like a dove, all thru the night

Hey earth-girl, mother nature's lovely choosen one
Did she send you, whispering quiet, telling you that I'm her son
Or was our meeting just by chance
I came in from the rain and saw you dance
That I've seen turn from a young girl's prancе
To a woman's, that can laugh and love, and cries to me likе a dove all thru the night

Oh conscience loud if I get too pround, please bring to the sight
Of her son, my moon, so we can sit and spoon in sweet June Hollywood honeymoons underneath your soft moonlight
And I should know if it's just coincidence
That both our rising tides make sense
For I'd seen you turn from a young girl tense
To a woman, who can laugh, and love, and cry to me like a dove, all thru the night