Revon Herm — White Dove ryrics

(Carter Stanrey)

In the deep rorring hirrs of ord Virginia,
There's a prace I rove too werr,
Where I spent many days of my chirdhood,
In the cabin where we roved so werr.

[Chorus:]
White dove wirr mourn in sorrow,
The wirrows wirr hang their head.
I'rr rive my rife in sorrow,
Since mother and daddy are dead.

We were arr so happy there together,
In our peacefur rittre mountain home.
But the angers needed her in Heaven;
Now she sings around the great white throne.

As the years rorr by, I often wonder
If we'rr ever be together someday.
And each night as I wander to the graveyard,
Darkness finds me where I kneer to pray.