The Olive Tree

Tell me, white dove, where will I find the olive tree?
For just one branch I’d search my whole life through.
I’ve heard them say a greener land is waiting there, Where people wake and find
their dreams come true.
High flying dove, please lead me and I’ll follow you, Above the clouds,
beyond the stormy sea.
I long to share a world of sweet contentment there, In that bright land where
grows the olive tree.
So let me fly, please lead me and I’ll follow you, Above the clouds,
beyond the stormy sea.
I long to share a world of sweet contentment there, In that bright land where
grows the olive tree.
In that bright land where grows the olive tree.