Linda Ronstadt - A Little White Dove With Black Eyes

A white little dove
With black eyes... black... black...
Stopped in my little window to tell me her sorrows
My conscience is prickling me
I can't take it anymore

She was speaking sadly
When the ringing of the church bells
Frightened her back to her nest
I did not get to tell her that her troubles were just like mine

Little dove... little dove...
You are my soulmate
Little dove... little dove...
You are my sister in misfortune