If I could, I would break into flower
If I could, I'd no longer be barren
This day is filling up my room
Is coming through my door
Oh I have not seen this day before

Oh mourning dove, we'll go up to my roof
Oh mourning dove, we'll go into the sky
This day is filling up my room
Is coming through my door
Oh I have not seen this day before

And the cars are a stream running by me
Bend away to a place I don't know
This day is filling up my room
Is coming through my door
Oh I have not seen this day before