I awoke to your plaintive cry
today,
your mourning song so sad.

Don't cry for me,
don't mourn for me,
sweet sad little dove,
for I have found
my Lord,
my Savior true.

He has healed my heart.
He has taken the pain.
My soul cries no more.
stead leaps for joy!

Only mourn for those,
o dear little dove,
who do not know
His name.
Mourn for those
who know not
the sweet embrace
of His loving arms.
For their hearts are
sad,
their troubles many,
their souls not at
rest.

So, dear sweet dove,
you and I,
will pray they see the
light,
and maybe one day soon
when all are saved,
He'll have to change
your tune.