On the first day my love
Brought me two white doves
In a little copper cage
Two white doves
On the second day my man
Brought me a knife and a silver lampstand
And a lamb without a mark
A lamb without a mark
Oh two white doves
Two white doves
On the third day he sat
With a whetstone on his lap
And sharpened by candlelight
And sharpened by candlelight
To the song of two white doves
Two white doves
And the bleating of a lamb
But refused to stay his hand
On the fourth day to the Temple he ran
With a tear and a knife in his hand
The lamb was gone and the doves had flown
The virgin had trimmed the wick
Left with the bridgegroom and the candlestick
This bird has flown
This bird has flown
With two white doves
Two white doves
The stones will not carry themselves up the hill
And all will be healed who are ill
Set the stone for the sacrifice
Send smoke up to Heaven's rejoice
Oh two white doves
Are not nearly enough
For the return of the perfect lamb
To the one who stayed his hand
And sang of two white doves
Two white doves.
