Mourning Dove from 50 Songs by Shane Cooley

Mourning Dove

Mourning dove keeps singing his tune
Melancholy, relentless and solemn
I don’t think that I can go back to where I’ve been
Anytime soon

The bluejay and the chickadee
I swear they have it out for me
The songs they sing never fluctuate
In structure or key

The early bird is gonna make a worm out of you
Death from above, bird’s eye view
Such a melancholy, such a melancholy song
Out of tune

Mourning dove, don’t you ever get tired of being sad
Your mate for life has high-tailed it
Deep down you must be glad

When the cats are out looking for any opportunity
And I am looking for any opportunity
Aren’t you?

There’s the boat graveyard down on Greenvale Creek
And the Powhatan burial ground
Thousands of fishermen lost at sea
I feel the spirits all around
I feel the spirits all around
I feel the spirits

And the early bird’s gonna make a worm out of you
Death from above, bird’s eye view
Such a melancholy, such a melancholy song
Such a melancholy, such a melancholy song
Out of tune
Out of tune

• Acoustic
• Americana
• folk
• folk-rock
• rock
• singer-songwriter
• Mollusk