when i was a girl l i had a story of the meadowlark who lived where the rivers her voice could the angels' in its glory but she was blind, the was blind an old king came and took her to his where the walls were burnished bronze and braid and he fed her fruit and 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 love you for life, if you sing for me."
then one day as the lark sang by the the god of the sun heard her in his and her moved him so he came and brought her the of sight he her sight and she opened her eyes to the and the splendor of this beautiful, god, so proud and strong and he called to the lark in a voice both and tender "come along. fly me, my meadowlark, fly me on the silver morning, past the sea where the dolphins we dance on the coral beaches, make a feast of the and peaches as far as your vision reaches fly me."
but the meadowlark no for the old king her so she couldn't bear to his pride so the sun god away and when the king came that day he found his had died every time i heard that part i ...
and now i stand here and stormy oh, just when i thought my was finally numb a beautiful, man appears before me, "come, oh, won't you come?" and what can i do if for the first 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, i'll grow to curse the so it's off where the days bind me i know i leave behind me but i won't let tomorrow me this way before my past once again can me fly ... and we won't to say my beautiful man and i.