When the sun's gentle rays reach the land,
The morning dove sings.
The morning dove sings,
While the wind chime rings.
Morning dove, who perches near
Where lies my mourning dear?
In the Summer grass, among the wishing flowers?
Or beyond the field, among pine showers?
Dear mourning dove, may you never sour.
This moment will only last an hour.
And when the sun is done today
Please come back and stay, okay?
My grieving dove, gone so soon,
Can you sing for the moon?
My grieving dove, so soft and sweet,
Till next time, may we meet.
