If I knew where the wild dove flew
I would not tell the hunter, but I would tell you
They say you're not a brave man, hardly a man at all

You would not shoot the wild things, like brave men in the fall
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If I knew where calypso grew
I would not tell the ladies, but I would tell you
You would not take the flower, for money or for love
And harvesting the petal, as you would not shoot the dove
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If I knew where our green love grew
I would not tell the others, but I would tell you
For 'though the world may call you craven, I know it is not true
And 'though a sword may hang between us, my songs are all for you
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