And the days go by...   Like a strand in the wind...   In the web that is my own...   I begin again   Said to my friend, baby...   Nothin' else mattered     She was no more... than a baby then   Well she... seemed broken hearted...   Something within her   But the moment... that I first laid...   Eyes... on... her... all alone...   On the edge of... seventeen     Just like the white winged dove...   Sings a song...   Sounds like she's singing...   Ooo... ooo... ooo...   Just like the white winged dove...   Sings a song...   Sounds like she's singing...   Ooo... ooo... ooo...     I went today... maybe I will go again...   Tomorrow   And the music there it was hauntingly...   Familiar   And I see you doing...   What I try to do for me   With the words from a poet...   And the voice from a choir   And a melody... nothing else mattered