Janet K. Brennan - The Doves of Montecchia lyrics

"Don't ask for miracles," he said As the fiery sun rose Over the vine covered slopes "Ceramic birds would do as well White doves don't come To Montecchia Faith and trust should mend A grief rendered heart Don't ask for sings, redundant Cliche as a worn, white dove Resting on a terrazzo gate, alabaster Accept only the truth that White doves won't come To Montecchia." Blood red sun setting over the Sleepy Veneto village A flurry of ivory feathers, pillow soft Overwhelming the peaceful, twilight skies A prayer not gone unheard White doves came to Montecchia!