Turtle Dove (Agents of Good Roots)

I met a lass with eyes of glass Named Amy Atlas-Friend She cooked for me, I served her tea For two upon the Thames But don't believe the thought police They'll twist your words in fives If love is blind then so am I My Dove begins to fly I know you need love too I heard you wanna be my Dove I've seen us near Venus Between us Would you be my Love is the color of the Dove That awakens my blood Turtle Turtle Turtle Dove The day began with cakes and flans And elderberry wine We swam the brook where atlas shook And coaxed her cat alive "Again," she screamed and bit my sleeve To twist my head in fives This honeybee became for me A London tripper's prize I know you want to love me I know you Turtle Dove I've seen blood on the watchtower I love you Turtle Dove Laugh like a lion, dance like a dove Nighttime fell with Big Ben's Bell On Sycamore Street West She gripped my wrist And whispered bliss And handed me a test "Is London's lass with eyes of glass A Dove that God would send?" With Blackbird pie my wings spread wide And flew to Amy Friend