Oh, don't you see that lonesome dove
That flies so high degree;
She knows it's hard for me to die
Without that you love me

Oh, don't you see that lonesome dove
That flies from vine to vine;
She's mourning for her own true love
Like I will mourn for mine
Like I will mourn for mine, my love
Believe me what I say
You are the darling of my heart
Until my dying day

I wish I were some distant place
Or on some distant shore
Or down in some low valley place
Where wild beasts howl and roar
Where wild beasts howl and roar, my love
Believe me what I say
You are the darling of my heart
Until my dying day