Fly, Little White Dove, Fly

The Bells are of Canada, a land full of twilight forest and all the air that's fit to breathe. They've played New York one-nighters and Bermuda one-nighters and San Francisco one-nighters and all the one-nighters in between. They've appeared and disappeared on and from 50 million T.V. tubes all over the place. The Bells are gentle people who play and sing their own kind of music. It's simple music about complex things. Last year, the Bells had a big hit here at home called, "Moody Manitoba Morning". It was a fine song that won awards. But now it's 1971 and the music is more serious as the times have become more absurd. So... Fly Little White Dove, Fly. Carry your ancient twig into the halls of the generals. Let it's fragrance fill them with nightmare visions of peace. Fly to freedom and hope they follow. Fly Little White Dove, Fly.