White Dove

In the deep grows in hills of old Virginia
There's a place that I love so well
Where I spent many days of my childhood
In the cabin where we loved to dwell

    White dove will mourn in sorrow
    The willows will hang their heads
    I live my life in sorrow
    Since mother and daddy are dead

We were all so happy there together
In our peaceful, little mountain home
But the Savior needs angels up in heaven
Now they sing around the great while throne


As the years roll by I often wonder
If we will all be together someday
And each night as I wander through the grave yard
Darkness finds me trying to pray