Meadowlarks

Meadowlark, fly away 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.

Mmm-mm, mmm, mmm.

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 arch-line on the hillside and the market in the hay.

Ooooh..