Текст песни My Lady´s A Wild Flying Dove

Some ladies are foolish Some ladies are gay Some ladies are comely Some live while they may My lady's a wild flying dove My lady is wine She whispers each evening She's mine, mine, mine She likes pretty pictures She loves singing birds She'll watch them for hours But I see only her She tells me she's learning Just how full her cup can be she asks me to help her But I know, she's teaching me