If I had wings of a dove,
Far, far away would I fly and hide away
To be at rest


If I could wing above,
So far on high and be free to steal away

And be at rest

Dona nobis Domine perpetua in saecula

Dona nobis pacem

For everything above

Acroos the sky, can be free to soar on high,
And be at rest


Exaudi orationem dona Domine
Exaudo orattionem dona nobis pacem