when i was a girl l i had a favorite of the meadowlark who lived the rivers wind her voice could the angels' in its glory but she was blind, the was blind an old king and took her to his palace where the walls were burnished bronze and golden and he fed her fruit and nuts from an chalice and he
"sing for me, my meadowlark, sing for me of the morning, set me free, my meadowlark, and buy you a priceless jewel and cloth of brocade and and love you for life, if you will for me."
then one day as the 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 to the shimmer and the splendor of this beautiful, young god, so and strong and he called to the in a voice both rough and tender "come along. fly me, my meadowlark, fly with me on the morning, past the sea where the bark we will dance on the 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 flew and when the king came that day he found his meadowlark had every i heard that part i cried ...
and now i stand starry-eyed and stormy oh, just when i thought my heart was numb a beautiful, young man appears me, singing "come, oh, you come?" and can i do if finally for the first 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 in the silver morning, if i stay, grow to curse the dark so off where the days won't bind me i know i leave behind me but i won't let tomorrow me back way before my once again can blind me fly ... and we wait to say my beautiful man and i.