Turtledove

Trip Shakespeare

I come back to town today

I've been on the highway for days

Now behind the place she lives

I say into the treetops forgive



You know I trave over mountains

You know I travel my love



There above the phone lines she cools

High into the treetops I call

She has slept alone for days and days

And she knows I travel for pay



You know I travel over mountains

The road I travel is not divine

You know I travel over highways

Come down from above, (my turtledove)

You know I travel my love