by Arnold Sundgaard (b. 1911)
The lonesome dove
Language: English
Oh, don't you see that lonesome dove That flies so high degree; She knows it's hard for me to die Without that you love me. Oh, don't you see that lonesome dove That flies from vine to vine; She's mourning for her own true love Like I will mourn for mine. Like I will mourn for mine, my love, Believe me what I say, You are the darling of my heart Until my dying day. I wish I were some distant place Or on some distant shore, Or down in some low valley place Where wild beasts howl and roar. Where wild beasts howl and roar, my love, Believe me what I say, You are the darling of my heart Until my dying day.
Authorship:
- by Arnold Sundgaard (b. 1911), American folksong from "Down in the Valley".  [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Kurt Weill (1900 - 1950), "The lonesome dove" [text verified 1 time]
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Word count: 124