Jeannie C. Riley - Wings of a Dove Lyrics
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Wings of a Dove
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What Are The Lyrics For Wings of a Dove By Jeannie C. Riley?
On the wings of a snow-white dove
He sends His pure sweet love A sign from above (sign from above) On the wings of a dove (wings of a dove) When troubles surround us when evils come The body grows weak (body grows weak) The spirit grows numb (spirit grows numb) When these things beset us, He doesn't forget us He sends down His love (sends down His love) On the wings of a dove (wings of a dove) On the wings of a snow-white dove He sends His pure sweet love A sign from above (sign from above) On the wings of a dove (wings of a dove) When Noah had drifted on the flood many days He searched for land (He searched for land) In various ways (various ways) Troubles, he had some but wasn't forgotten He sent him His love (sent him His love) On the wings of a dove (wings of a dove) On the wings of a snow-white dove He sends His pure sweet love A sign from above (sign from above) On the wings of a dove (wings of a dove) On the wings of a snow-white dove He sends His pure sweet love A sign from above (sign from above) On the wings of a dove (wings of a dove) On the wings of a dove (wings of a dove) On the wings of a dove (wings of a dove) On the wings of a dove (wings of a dove) |
Who Wrote Wings of a Dove By Jeannie C. Riley?
Robert B. Ferguson
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What's The Duration Of The Wings of a Dove By Jeannie C. Riley?The duration of Wings of a Dove is 4:02 minutes and seconds. |
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