Meadowlarks
STEPHEN SCHWARTZ
Meadowlark, fly away down
I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown
for you to wear upon your fleece'd gown
A meadowlark sing to me
Hummingbird, just let me die
Inside the broken holes of your olive eyes.
I do believe you gave it your best try
A hummingbird sing to me
Mmmmmmm...
A hummingbird sing to me
Don't believe a word that I haven't heard,
Little children laughin' at the boys and girls,
The meadowlark singin' to you each and every day,
The archon on the hillside and the market in the hay.
Ooooh