when i was a girl l i had a favorite of the meadowlark who where the rivers wind her voice match the angels' in its glory but she was blind, the was blind an old came and took her to his palace where the were burnished bronze and golden braid and he fed her and nuts from an ivory chalice and he
"sing for me, my meadowlark, for me of the silver morning, set me free, my meadowlark, and i'll buy you a jewel and cloth of brocade and and i'll you for life, if you sing for me."
then one day as the sang by the water the god of the sun her in his flight and her moved him so he came and brought her the of sight he her sight and she opened her eyes to the shimmer and the of this beautiful, god, so proud and strong and he to the lark in a voice both rough and tender "come along. fly me, my meadowlark, fly with me on the morning, past the sea where the dolphins we will dance on the beaches, make a feast of the and peaches just as far as your vision fly me."
but the said no for the old loved her so she couldn't to wound his pride so the sun god flew and when the came down that day he found his meadowlark had every time i heard that i cried ...
and now i stand here and stormy oh, just when i thought my was finally numb a beautiful, young man appears 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 picked the worst time i know got to go
fly away, fly away in the morning, if i stay, i'll grow to curse the so it's off where the days bind me i i leave wounds behind me but i won't let find me back way before my once again can blind me fly ... and we won't to say my beautiful man and i.