Copyright © 2001 by Paul Howarth
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When sleep descends on mortals
And the dew lies on the flowers,
The stars peep through night's portals
In the still and quiet hours,
We dance in fairy circlets
To the music that we love,
The murmur of the rippl'ing lake,
The cooing of the dove,
The murmur of the rippl'ing lake,
The cooing of the dove.
The cooing, the cooing,
Coo, coo, coo, coo,
Coo, coo, coo, coo,
Coo, coo, coo, coo,
We dance in fairy circlets
To the music that we love,
Dance, we dance in fairy circlets,
Dance, we dance, we dance, we dance.

When the stars faint light is paling
Before the ruddy dawn,
In golden shallops sailing
We fly before the morn.
Then couched in ferns and mosses
We list the sounds we love,
The music of the rippl'ing lake,
The cooing of the dove,
The music of the rippl'ing lake,
The cooing of the dove.
The cooing, the cooing,
Coo, coo, coo, coo,
Coo, coo, coo, coo,
Coo, coo, coo, coo,
We dance in fairy circlets
To the music that we love,
Dance, we dance in fairy circlets,
Dance, we dance, we dance, we dance.

By Arthur Sullivan
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The Dove Song
Lyrics
Vocal
Right Hand
Left Hand