Some ladies are foolish
Some ladies are gay
Some ladies are comely
Some live while they may

My lady's a wild flying dove
My lady is wine
She whispers each evening
She's mine, mine, mine

She likes pretty pictures
She loves singing birds
She'll watch them for hours
But I see only her

My lady's a wild flying dove
My lady is wine
She whispers each evening
She's mine, mine, mine

She tells me she's learning
How full her cup can be
She asks me to help her
But I know, she's teaching me

My lady's a wild flying dove
My lady is wine
She whispers each evening
She's mine, mine, mine

My lady's a wild flying dove
My lady is wine
She whispers each evening
She's mine, mine, mine

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Writer(s): TOM PAXTON