Copyright © 2004 by Paul Howarth
All Rights Reserved

Methought the stars were blinking bright,
And the old brig's sails unfurl'd;
I said, "I will sail to my love this night,
At the other side of the world."
I stepp'd aboard, we sailed so fast,
The sun shot up from the bourne;
But a dove that perched upon the mast,
Did mourn, and mourn, and mourn.
O fair dove! O fond dove!
And dove with the white breast!
Let me alone, the dream is my own,
And my heart is full of rest,
My heart is full of rest.

My true love fares on this great hill,
Feeding his sheep for aye;
I look'd in his hut, but all was still,
My love was gone away.
I went to graze in the forest creek,
And the dove mourn'd on apace;
No flame did flash, nor fair blue reek,
Rose up to show me his place.
O last love! O first love!
My love with the true heart!
To think I have come to this, your home,
And yet we are apart,
And yet we are apart.

My love he stood at my right hand,
His eyes were grave and sweet;
Methought he said, "In this fair land,
O is it thus we meet!
Ah, maid most dear, I am not here,
I have no place, no part,
No dwelling more by sea or shore,
But only in thy heart!
No dwelling more by sea or shore,
But only in thy heart!
O fair dove! O fond dove!
Till night rose over the bourne,
The dove on the mast as we sailed fast,
Did mourn, and mourn, and mourn,
Did mourn, and mourn.

By Arthur Sullivan
Generated by NoteWorthy Composer

O Fair Dove! O Fond Dove!
Lyrics
Vocal
Right Hand
Left Hand
Staff-1