My love is like a dove

My love is like a dove,
In the clefts of the rock,
In the covert of the precipice,
That’s where My love is safe.

At this secret place we meet,
Here your voice, my love, is sweet;
Your countenance is lovely,
And here you’re pleasing to Me.

My love is like a dove,
In the clefts of the rock,
In the covert of the precipice,
That’s where you’re lovely.

At this secret place we meet,
Here your voice, my love, is sweet;
Your countenance is lovely,
And you’re lovely to Me.