It's a lazy summer morning and the wind blows hard
and the birds they keep on singing high.
Little dove fly back home back to were you belong fly back home.
Maybe the wind will change love might return some day somehow.
And the stars they keep on shining like they always do.
And the clouds will keep on shining like they almost do.
Little dove fly back home back to were you belong fly back home.
It's a lovely summer morning.
Nesrin Sen