Oh that I had, the wing of a dove, to rest on me

This is not new to me

As I sit in this boat

But I'm so cold my bones, will freeze

And there's nought through the haze

I've been waiting so long

But my hour has gone, away

Oh that I had, the wing of a dove, to rest on me

This is not new to me

As I sit in this boat

But I'm so cold my bones, will freeze

And there's nought through the haze

I've been waiting so long

But my hour has gone, away

To fly back with, a branch in its beak, to rescue me.

Oh that I had, the wing of a dove, to rest on me

This is not new to me

As I sit in this boat

But I'm so cold my bones, will freeze

(Oh that) Oh that I had, the wing of a dove, to rest on me

This is not new to me

As I sit in this boat

But I'm so cold my bones, will freeze

And there's nought through the haze

I've been waiting so long

But my hour has gone, away

He navigates, when I've lost my way

He reminds me, to lift my eyes

Oh that I had, the wing of a dove, to rest on me