alone in a strange land i weep over my lonely state
i wish to be near my love who make my days whole.
but the distance between is too much to estimate
the time hey it can be seven days whole.
even a dove will surely die in the way.
even the brave will lose hope in the way.
but i will wait in steadfastness and in hope
for the day i will be home when my love her tears mope
have you ever been far away from you love.
you can only think, call, or write a letter
but you will never move together in a pair as doves.
and the heart, oh, it never felt better
it is better to move together
or that you stay together
