And the days go by like a strand in the wind
In the web that is my own where I begin again
Said to my friend, baby nothin' else mattered
She was no more than a baby then
Well she seemed broken hearted
Something within her
But the moment that I first laid
Eyes on her all alone on the edge of seventeen
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
Oh... oh... oh
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
Oh... oh ... oh
I went today maybe I will go again tomorrow
And the music there was hauntingly familiar
And I see you doing what I try to do for me
With the words of a poet and the voice of a choir
And a melody like nothing else mattered
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
Oh... oh... oh
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
Oh... oh... oh
And so, with the slow graceful flow of age
I went forth with an age old desire to please
On the edge of, edge of, edge of,
Edge of, edge of, edge of... seventeen
Well then suddenly
There was no one left standing in the hall
In a flood of tears
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 but just to hear the call
Of a nightbird singing come away-y-ay-y-ay
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
Oh... oh... oh
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
Oh... oh... oh
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
Oh... oh... oh
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singin