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