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 [4x] 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