Just like the white winged dove, sings a song, sounds like she's singing....
ooh,baby,ooh, said ooh.....
As 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