Turtle Dove - The Fleetwoods

Don’t you see yon turtle dove

Flying from vine to vine

Looking for his own true love

As I, my love, for mine for mine

As I, my love, for mine

What he knows

Nothing

But pecking on a bough

Bough up in the blue

Never knew till I met you

What love, oh love, could do Here I lie on a feather pick

Feathers from the wing

Feathers to caress me now

And you to hear me sing, my love

My love, to hear me sing

Don’t you see yon turtle dove

Flying from vine to vine

Looking for his own true love

As I, my love, for mine for mine

As I, my love, for mine