But she would not think of battle that
Reduces men to animals
So easy to begin and yet impossible to end
For she the mother of all men
Had counciled me so wisely that
I feared to walk alone again
And asked if she would stay
Ah, ah, ah
Coldest night of the winter working up my farewell
In the middle of everything under no particular spell
I am dreaming of the mountains where the children learn the stars
Clouds roll in from nebraska dark chords on a big guitar
My restlessness is long gone i would stand here like an old jack pine
But I'm looking for rexroth's daughter the friend of a friend of mine
Occasional coos and other vocalizations from Misty.
Having been without a dove for almost a year, since Ava passed away last October, I was beginning to forget just how peaceful and comforting the sound is of a dove cooing.
By the time I finally got Misty, a few weeks ago, I still remembered that having a dove in the home made for a more soothing environment, but I was forgetting why, or to what extent.