Meadowlark, fly your way down.
I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown
For you to wear upon your fleecy down. My meadowlark, sing to me. Hummingbird, just let me down
Inside the broken ovals of your olive eyes.
I do believe you gave it your best try. My hummingbird, sing to me. My hummingbird, sing to me. Don't believe a word that I haven't heard.
Little children laughing at the boys and girls.
The meadowlark singing to you each and every day.
The arc light on the hillside and the market in the hay.
