Album: Bella Donna (1981)

Edge Of Seventeen

Just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
whoo...whoo...whoo
Just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
ooo baby...ooo...said ooo

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
Nothing else mattered

He was no more...than a baby then
Well he...seemed broken hearted...
something within him
But the moment...that I first laid...
Eyes...on...him...all alone...
On the edge of...seventeen

Just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
ooo baby...ooo...said ooo
Just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
Sounts like she's singing...
ooo baby...ooo...said 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 a voice from a choir
And a melody...nothing else mattered

Just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
ooo baby...ooo...said ooo...
Just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...