Meadowlark, fly your way down
I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown
For you to wear upon your fleecy downA meadowlark sing to meHummingbird, just let me down
Inside the broken ovals of your olive eyes
I do believe you gave it your best tryA hummingbird sing to meMmmmmmm...A hummingbird sing to meDon'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-line on the hillside and the market in the hay
Ooooh...
