In the deep rolling hills of old Virginia,
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There's a place I love too well,
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Where I spent many days of my childhood,
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In the cabin where we loved so well.
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[Chorus:]
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White dove will mourn in sorrow,
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The willows will hang their head.
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I'll live my life in sorrow,
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Since mother and daddy are dead.
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We were all so happy there together,
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In our peaceful little mountain home.
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But the angels needed her in Heaven;
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Now she sings around the great white throne.
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As the years roll by, I often wonder
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If we'll ever be together someday.
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And each night as I wander to the graveyard,
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Darkness finds me where I kneel to pray.
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White Dove
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Levon Helm |