The Turtle Dove Poem by James Casey

The Turtle Dove

O can't you see yon little turtle dove
Sitting under the China Berry tree?
See how that she does mourn for her true love:
And I will mourn for thee

O God speed, my little turtle dove,
And fare thee well for a-while;
But though I go I'll surely come again,
If I go ten thousand mile,

Ten thousand mile is very far away,
For you to return to me,
You leave me here to carry on,
My tears you will not see.

The crow that's black, my little turtle dove,
Shall change its color white;
Before I'm false to the woman I love,
The noon-day shall be night.

The hills shall fly, my little turtle dove,
The sun will fade away
Before my heart shall suffer me to fail,
Cause I will return by Friday

James Casey 2012