Though the day is done
and the window gone
I still feel the dove
I still feel the
I still feel the
Gone, gone, gone
The river of peace
A slow breeze blowing
Over the grave
Over over over over
over me
I tried my best
to be the best
to be the best
Me I could be
But that slow breeze
Kept blowing over me
Over over over over
Over me
When you came lookin
I stood still - as still as I could be
Stood like an old willow tree
my branches waving
in an ungentle breeze
Now I may change my name
and I may change my home
but I hope you know
My will is not my own
My will is not my
My will is not my...
