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PIGEON'S BLOOD Paul Weinfield Well I met my love by a river in the cool of the Libyan spring, and I took her hand along the sand and I gave her a silver wedding ring. But my love was proud and noble and she threw my ring in the mud. She said, "I was born to wear a ruby rare, the color of pigeon's blood." Yes, pigeon's blood, blood, blood, blood. The color of pigeon's blood. Well I traded all of my riches: olives, dates and myrrh, and I sold my land to a caravan to buy a ruby ring for her. And my love and I we were married when the pomegranates were in bud, and on her hand she wore my band -- the color of pigeon's blood. Yes, pigeon's blood, blood, blood, blood. The color of pigeon's blood. Then summer came and there was no rain and we were forced to wander. Through days of drought and nights of doubt, my love began to weep. Then one day she went away and I saw what I had squandered: my kingdom for a heart I could not conquer; my kingdom for a girl I could not keep. There was hunger in my belly and my mouth was dry as bone. I spied two doves on a hill above and I killed them both with a stone. I saw the violence in my love! My tears fell like a flood! My hands were stained with red, red shame -- the color of pigeon's blood. Yes, pigeon's blood, blood, blood, blood. The color of pigeon's blood. Pigeon's blood, blood, blood, blood. The color of pigeon's blood. Words and music copyright of Tam Lin/Paul Weinfield (BMI, 2008)