My Dove is stood beyond our wall

and will I keep Him there?

Bids me Him? join Him where He is?

His shame and loneliness to share.

I was asleep with heart awaked,

my Dove was at the door.

He wooed with tender words of love

and I could make Him wait no more.

My Dove put His hand 'pon the latch,

my heart thrilled with delight.

I rose to open up to Him

but He was gone, into the night.

Sustain me with raisins

refresh me with apples

for I am sick with love.

My heart had failed me when He spoke.

I sought but found Him not.

I called out to Him in my sorrow,

My Lord, My Dove forsake me not.

Oh where is my Beloved gone

and my Dove, where is He turned.

City girls talk much about love,

there's a love which cannot be learned.

There is my Beloved, my Dove

He's pasturing His sheep.

See Him gathering the lilies.

I knew my heart's pledge He would keep.