White Snow Dove - Magna Carta

When the last of the wine has sunk in the jar

and sleep fills my weary eyes

then I see my love like a white snow dove

like a white snow dove she flies

for she and I are ships that sail

for a league on the rolling sea

then I see my love like a white snow dove

like a white snow dove flies she

---Guitar break---

come stay by me come lay by me

come pass the long night away

for you fly like a dove like a white snow dove

yes you fly like a dove to me