trad
Pentangle recorded in 1972
Just like the songbird deep in the forest
I sing praises but you never hear
And deep in my body my song is silent
Yet contented at times when you’re near
Please listen to me, and I will tell thee
All those words that have never been said
They shout inside me but then they cower
Behind weakness that’s rulin’ my head
I dearly love thee and not one other
With a sweetness that lies in my breast
‘Tis you that made me but God forbade me
To uncover my heart to love’s test
No love is sorrow, but now I’m happy
To have thee in this world for my love
And now you must know my soul is for thee
That’s why this life is my soaring dove