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