Fickle Dove - Madeleine Peyroux

Fickle dove

Always dreaming of the sky above

Wonder when they’ll bring the one you love

To you

When you coo

For the one who only coos for you

Your feathers heed no calling to

When they woo to love

You wait

For all you want is fate

To make

The one who’d call you mate

He’s late

But he’s heard every song

Every word

That any other lover would choose

So here’s to love

And any fickle dove who’ll do

You wait

For all you want is fate

To make

The one who’d call you mate

He’s late

But he’s heard every song

Every word

That any other lover would

Would choose

So here’s to love

And any fickle dove who’ll do