when i was a girl l i had a favorite of the who lived where the rivers wind her voice could match the angels' in its but she was blind, the lark was an old king and took her to his palace where the walls were burnished and golden braid and he fed her fruit and from an ivory chalice and he
"sing for me, my meadowlark, sing for me of the morning, set me free, my meadowlark, and i'll buy you a priceless and cloth of and crewel and love you for life, if you will for me."
one day as the lark sang by the water the god of the sun heard her in his and her moved him so he came and brought her the gift of he gave her and she opened her eyes to the shimmer and the of this beautiful, god, so proud and strong and he called to the lark in a voice both rough and "come along. fly me, my meadowlark, fly me on the silver morning, the sea where the dolphins bark we dance on the coral beaches, make a feast of the and peaches as far as your vision reaches fly me."
but the said no for the old king her so she bear to wound his pride so the sun god away and when the came down that day he his meadowlark had died every i heard that part i cried ...
and now i stand here and stormy oh, just when i thought my heart was finally a beautiful, young man before me, "come, oh, won't you come?" and what can i do if finally for the time the one i'm burning for the glow? if love has come at last it's picked the worst i know got to go
fly away, fly in the silver morning, if i stay, grow to curse the dark so it's off the days won't bind me i know i leave wounds me but i let tomorrow find me back way before my past once again can me fly ... and we wait to say my beautiful man and i.