Co-oooo-CO
soft the song of the morning dove
gathering twigs in quiet grove
to weave a nest where eggs will rest
placing each in way that's best
round and round each to wind
tell a nicer home you could not find

Co-oooo-Co
soft the song of the morning dove
warming eggs with body's stove
wings nestled down all through the night
tell a day in warm sunlight
chicks begin in eggs to scratch
and one by one each to hatch

Co-oooo-Co
soft the song of the morning dove
cooing to her children sounds of love
nestled in their blankets sleep
tell one lets out a joyous cheep
then all together gather round
singing in their nest above the ground

Co-oooo-Co
soft the song of the morning dove
the day she greets each with a little shove
and one by one each must fly
on their own in the blue spring sky
for each must grow strong and smart
and learn to soar like a dart
but there in each and every heart

Co-oooo-Co Co-oooo-Co
will play the song that mother liked to sing
and one day to their own children bring
when nestled safely under wing