when i was a girl l i had a story of the meadowlark who lived the rivers wind her voice could match the angels' in its but she was blind, the lark was an old came and took her to his palace where the walls burnished bronze 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 jewel and cloth of brocade and and i'll you for life, if you sing for me."
one day as the lark sang by the water the god of the sun heard her in his and her singing him so he and brought her the gift of sight he her sight and she her eyes to the shimmer and the splendor of beautiful, young god, so proud and strong and he called to the lark in a voice both and tender "come along. fly me, my meadowlark, fly with me on the morning, past the sea the dolphins bark we will on the coral beaches, make a of the plums and peaches just as far as vision reaches 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 king down that day he his meadowlark had died every time i that part i cried ...
and now i stand starry-eyed and stormy oh, just when i my heart was finally numb a beautiful, young man before me, singing "come, oh, you come?" and can i do if finally for the first time the one i'm for returns the glow? if love has come at last it's picked the worst still i got to go
fly away, fly in the silver morning, if i stay, i'll grow to the dark so it's off where the days won't me i know i wounds behind me but i won't let tomorrow me back way before my past once can blind me fly ... and we won't to say my young man and i.