Mine eyes are most assuredly fixed–
Upon a figure in the sky
She cuts the air–
With softened wings
This fragile bird does fly
Oh dove, sweet dove
Fly swift with grace
Our fate depends on thee
Soar o’er this vast–
Deep ocean of Time
Where hearts can be made free
Oh soothe, sweet Soother
Mine heart till Time–
Doth land the sweet soft Dove
For till I mark–
Her make her perch
My hope shall lie Above
Volare la Colomba dolce
Elevarsi Amore
Volare la Colomba dolce
Per favore di volare
Even though I don’t know what that means, I like it