Wings of a Dove
Robert Prizeman
If I had wings of a dove,
Far, far away would I fly and hide away
To be at rest
If I could wing above,
So far on high and be free to steal away
And be at rest
Dona nobis Domine perpetua in saecula
Dona nobis pacem
For everything above
Across the sky, can be free to soar on high,
And be at rest
Exaudi orationem dona Domine
Exaudo orattionem dona nobis pacem