O my love is light as a dovenHer skin is fair and dark is her hairnAnd her eyes dart 'round and fall on the groundnAnd her lips move along to an old country songnnDown south you will find among the high pinesnAn old liquor store where we danced on the floornO the light on the wall, it brightens the hallnBut the room in the back is quiet and blacknnWhat keeps me alive is the green in your eyesnAnd the sweet distant drone of your voice on the phonenCould I hear, in death, your voice and your breath?nCould I hear them sounds in life underground?nnO how likely she walks among the white stalksnAnd, crane in her neck, she steps 'round the decknCould I bow in the sand to your lily white hand?nCan my head gently rest in your lily white breast?nnO my love is light as a dovenHer skin is fair and dark is her hairnAnd her eyes dart 'round and fall on the groundnAnd her lips move along to an old country song