Black Doves
Collared doves in the fir tree,
Growing tall in your garden.
Orange afternoon burnt into my eyes.
Your laughter from inside the house.
Black tar around the apple tree;
A curtain drawn around your new bed.
Ants stuck in the summer sun.
A scream stuck inside my head.
A scream stuck inside my head.
Black doves come sing to me,
Come out of the country and into the city.
Black doves come sing to me.
Their colour has changed,
But the melody remains.
When I hear their song
I know you are not gone.
There's a black dove on my tail, keeping watch.
The stranger keeps two steps behind, and never speaks.
But when the wind doesn't fill my sail,
He will introduce himself to me:
"One note for each year of your life.
Major or minor, every key I record".
There's a black dove on my tail, keeping watch.
Married at birth, my husband and I.
But when desire drains from this body,
He will come and sing to me:
"One note for each year of your life.
Major or minor, every key I record.
Every question you ask will be answered with truth
On that day I sing your song to you."
There's a black dove on my tail, keeping watch.
