Written by stevie nicks.

just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
sounds like she's singing...
whoo... whoo... whoo...
just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
sounds like she's singing...
ooo baby... ooo... said ooo
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...
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...
ooo baby... ooo... said ooo...
just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
sounds like she's singing...
ooo baby... ooo... said ooo
I went today... maybe i will go again...
tomorrow
and the music there it was hauntingly...
familiar
and i see you doing...
what i try to do for me
with the words from a poet...
and the voice from a choir
and a melody... nothing else mattered
Just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
sounds like she's singing...
ooo baby... ooo... said ooo
just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
sounds like she's singing...
ooo baby... ooo... said ooo
The clouds... never expect it...
when it rains
but the sea changes colours...
but the sea...
does not change
and 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...
ooo baby... ooo... said ooo
just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
sounds like she's singing...
ooo baby... ooo... said ooo
Well then suddenly...
there was no one... left standing
in the hall... yeah yeah...
in a flood of tears
that no one really ever heard fall at all
oh i went searchin' for an answer...
up the stairs... and down the hall
not to find an answer...
just to hear the call
of a nightbird... singing...
come away... come away...
Just like the white winged dove...
sings a song
sounds like she's singing...
ooo... baby ooo... said ooo
just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
sounds like she's singing...
ooo... baby ooo... said ooo
Well i hear you in the morning...
and i hear you...
at nightfall...
sometime to be near you...
is to be unable... to hear you...
my love...
i'm a few years older than you...
Just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
sounds like she's singing...
ooo baby... ooo... said ooo