In and out the leafy shade

Of the peaceful glen and glade,

Where the brook goes rippling by,

Through the cowslip meadow nigh;

When the soft and odorous breeze

Whispers gently 'mongst the trees,

Lovingly, I hear them woo—

"Coo-goo-roo-o-o, Coo-goo-roo-o-o."

Bows and bridles proudly he,

Coyly shy and modest she;

Hither, yon, in ceaseless quest,

'Till they build a cozy nest;

Full of watchful care is he,

When there comes maternity;

Never lover's song so true—

"Coo-goo-roo-o-o, Coo-goo-roo-o-o."

Now so proud he tabers low,

To his loving mate below;

Never lover so in love,

As this billing, cooing dove.

Back and forth he quickly flies

With his generous supplies,

Then he nods, "There, that will do—

Coo-goo-roo-o-o, Coo-goo-roo-o-o."

Beautiful, the little brood

Blesses faithful motherhood,

And the lessons they impart,

Doves and nestlings, reach my heart.

What the wisdom from the dove?

That the best of life is "love."

So I listen while they coo—

"Coo-goo-roo-o-o, Coo-goo-roo-o-o."