Lyrics

Befuddling the face of the morning star Kicking up a flutter in the garden She's crashing through the leaves as the branches duck away Picking up the pace of a moving car She's never gonna stop to beg a pardon She's gunning for the shine of a valentine in May It's May! Oh Can it be? Catch that glow from above! It's a ripe fantasy Mourning Dove Meets The Mayflower Mourning Dove Meets The Mayflower Mourning Dove Meets The Mayflower Dropping from the top of the tallest trees Right into the middle of the meadow The petals going red and the fever on the rise Offers her a drink in the summer breeze She coos a little tune in her falsetto Before she jumps into the ring and then to her surprise Surprise! Oh Can it be? It's the face of love Drunk of life's ecstasy Mourning Dove Meets The Mayflower Mourning Dove Meets The Mayflower Mourning Dove Meets The Mayflower (What are you going to say to her?) Mourning Dove Mourning Dove I'm waiting to feel the embrace of the Mourning Dove This race is for real and I'm chasing the Mourning Dove I'm waiting to feel the embrace of the Mourning Dove This race is for real and I'm chasing the Mourning Dove (I'm waiting to feel the embrace of the Mourning Dove This race is for real and I'm chasing the Mourning Dove I'm waiting to feel the embrace of the Mourning Dove This race is for real and I'm chasing the Mourning Dove)