Befuddling the face of the morning star...
(Kicking up a flutter in the garden)
She's crashing through the leaves as the branches duck away!
Picking up the pace of a moving car...
(She's never gonna stop to beg a pardon)
She's gunning for the shine of a valentine in May...
It's May!
Oh - can it be?
Catch that glow from above...
It's a ripe fantasy...
Mourning dove meets the mayflower!
Mourning dove meets the mayflower!
Mourning dove meets the mayflower!
Dropping from the top of the tallest trees...
(Right into the middle of the meadow)
The petals going red, and the fever's on the rise!
Offers her a drink in the summer breeze...
(She coos a little tune in her falsetto)
Before she jumps into the ring, and then to her surprise...
Surprise!
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na...
Oh - can it be?
It's the face of love...
Drunk on life's... ecstasy...
Mourning dove meets the mayflower!
Mourning dove meets the mayflower!
Mourning dove meets the mayflower!
Mourning dove...
Mourning dove...
Mourning dove...
I'm waiting to feel the embrace of the MOURNING DOVE!
This race is for real, and I'm chasing the MOURNING DOVE!
I'm waiting to feel the embrace of the MOURNING DOVE!
This race is for real, and I'm chasing the MOURNING DOVE!
(I'm waiting to feel the embrace of the mourning dove...
This race is for real, and I'm chasing the mourning dove...
I'm waiting to feel the embrace of the mourning dove...
This race is for real, and I'm chasing the mourning dove...
I'm waiting to feel the embrace of the mourning dove...
This race is for real, and I'm chasing the mourning dove...
I'm waiting to feel the embrace of the mourning dove...
This race is for real, and I'm chasing the mourning dove...)