Move slow Move slow little dove Your legs shake little dove So fly your feathers home But brothers steer Birds fly without fear And if birds fly without fear What name to call my own
The wind breathes Strange sounds through the trees Yet how I'd like to see What other birds have found And birds fly That's something I can't deny It would be easy to try And easier to fall Brothers steer, are you listening at all
Dear little dove Have you bothered to ask the swan How the blue that she floats upon Won't drag her to its depths Dear little dove I was born to the plains little dove As you were born to the sky little dove It's time to welcome death Now that the other birds have left