Songs

I have a pigeon who works for me
Who carries my love to and fro
And by some instinct always knows
Precisely where to go

I send her with my messages
A hundred times every day
She knows exactly where you live
Though it is miles away
So many miles away

She peeps at your window.
Nothing you do
Escapes her all-seeing eye
She passes on my love to you
Then brings me your reply

I don’t need paper or pen or ink
I don’t have to write a word
Why bother writing what you think
When you’ve a faithful bird
And I’ve a faithful bird.

By night or day in sun or in rain
Cheerfully on her way.
I’ve never heard her once complain
Nor does she mention pay

She’s never tired, she’s never bored
Her efforts never end.
Her labour brings its own reward.
That’s what I call a friend.
That’s what I call a friend.

And that’s why I keep her
Close to my breast
Eternally faithful and true
Her name is ‘longing’
Had you guessed?
Yes you guessed
I’m sure you know her too
I’m sure you know her too

Yes that’s why I keep her
Close to my breast
Eternally faithful and true
Her name is ‘longing’
Had you guessed?
Yes you guessed
I’m sure you know her too
And that’s why she lives
So deep in my breast
Eternally faithful and true
Her name is ‘longing’
Had you guessed?
Yes you guessed
I’m sure you know her too
I know you know her too.