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

My lady's a wild flying dove

My lady is wine

She whispers each evening

She's mine, mine, mine

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

My lady's a wild flying dove

My lady is wine

She whispers each evening

She's mine, mine, mine

My lady's a wild flying dove

My lady is wine

She whispers each evening

She's mine, mine, mine