Just like the white winged dove Sings a song, sounds like she’s singing Ooh, ooh, ooh Just like the white winged dove Sings a song, sounds like she’s singing Ooh, ooh, ooh And the days go by, like a strand in the wind In the web that is my own, I begin again Said to my friend, baby (everything stopped) Nothin’ else mattered He was no more than a baby then Well he seemed broken-hearted Something within him But the moment that I first laid Eyes on him, all alone On the edge of seventeen Just like the white winged dove Sings a song, sounds like she’s singing Ooh, baby, ooh, ooh Just like the white winged dove Sings a song, sounds like she’s singing Ooh, ooh, ooh Well, I went today Maybe I will go again tomorrow Yeah yeah, well, the music there It was hauntingly familiar Well, I see you doing what I try to do for me With the words from a poet and a voice from a choir And a melody, and nothing else mattered Just like the white winged dove Sings a song, sounds like she’s singing Ooh, baby, ooh, ooh Just like the white winged dove Sings a song, sounds like she’s singing Ooh, baby, ooh, ooh The clouds never expect it when it rains But the sea changes colour But the sea does not change So with the slow, graceful flow of age I went forth with an age old desire to please On the edge of seventeen Just like the white winged dove Sings a song, sounds like she’s singing Ooh, ooh, ooh Just like the white winged dove Sings a song, sounds like she’s singing Ooh, ooh, ooh Just like the white winged dove Sings a song, sounds like she’s singing Ooh, baby, ooh, ooh Just like the white winged dove Sings a song, sounds like she’s singing Ooh, ooh, ooh