Mourning Dove

©2020 D.D. Newbold / 5050songs Inc (ASCAP)
Release Date: Mar 11, 2020
Produced by Demo My Song®

The black metal gates open
With a heave and creak.
“Work sets you free” they mockingly speak.
Acres of gravel where
Barracks once stood.
And in the background,
A mourning dove cooed
A sad, sad low song
Of a place filled with horrible wrongs.

At three o’clock sharp
The bell tolls everyday –
A reminder of thousands
Who suffered, long passed away.
I stopped, I bowed and stood,
And in the background
A mourning dove cooed
A sad, sad, low song
Of a place filled with horrible wrongs…

Now, last, to the house of burning and gas.
Where melancholy pervades.
I stood solemn, aghast
At what evil exists
In the hearts of men.
I walked slowly away, and then –
A mourning dove cooed
A sad, sad low song
Of a place filled with horrible wrongs.
A sad, sad low song
Of a place filled with horrible wrongs.

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Genre: Gentle Folk, Folk Blues
Mood: solemn, mournful, empathy
Instruments: acoustic guitar, strings, male vocals, backing vocals