Good mourning, mourning dove,
I hate to hear you sing so sad,
But like me you’ve probably lost your mate
That once made your heart glad…..
And each morning is a reminder
when you wake up, you won’t find her,
cuddled warm and cozy next to you,
gone now, because your love’s through…..
your love is through...
On this not so good a morning
For a mourning dove,
Who shares my lonely nights
who shares my lonely nights
But at least for you
You were graced with wings
You can just take flight,
But me I’m stuck in this empty room
Listening to your sad refrains,
Coming through my windowpanes
That will never match the pain
Of my lonely life.
Good Afternoon Mr. Bluebird,
I understand why you're so blue,
cause your nest has been
empty for quite a while
and your mate just up and flew
far away from all that love you shared
she just left you,
for a cardinal in a bright red coat,
she'd just forget you.
and now your love is through...
On this not so good
of an afternoon
for a bird that's blue
who shared my lonely nights,
who shared my lonely nights.
but at least for you
you were graced with wings
you can just take flight
but me I'm stuck in this empty room
listening to your sad refrains,
coming through my window panes
that will never match the pain
of my lonely life.
Good Mourning, Mourning dove,
I hate to hear you sing so sad.
.........so sad........
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
Matthew F. Blowers III-–©-2020
