Show me the symphony of the singing birds Announcing the dawn of a new day, Or a rose blooming and withering away, And I would’ve told you,
It means nothing to me anymore.
Show me the sunlight dancing on these glimmering waters, Or the faithful gaze of the sun, moon, and stars, And I would’ve told you,
It means nothing to me anymore.
My eyes had lost sight of these heavenly sights. Their beauty had become lost on me For the black and white stain now possessed my vision And all I could do was pray,
Oh sleeping doves, awake ! Find your way back to me That I might forget the beauty of old That haunts me day and night.
Sleeping doves, awake ! Find your way back home to me, That I might be reconciled with life And never part from it, Ever again.