when i was a girl l i had a favorite of the meadowlark who where the rivers wind her voice could match the angels' in its but she was blind, the was blind an old came and took her to his palace where the walls were bronze and golden braid and he fed her and nuts from an ivory 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 and crewel and i'll you for life, if you sing for me."
then one day as the lark by the water the god of the sun heard her in his and her moved him so he came and her the gift of sight he her sight and she opened her to the shimmer and the splendor 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 with me on the morning, the sea where the dolphins bark we will dance on the beaches, a feast of the plums and peaches just as far as your vision fly me."
but the said no for the old loved her so she couldn't bear to his pride so the sun god away and when the came down that day he his meadowlark had died every time i heard part i cried ...
and now i stand starry-eyed and stormy oh, just when i my heart 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 returns the if love has come at last picked the worst time still i got to go
fly away, fly away in the morning, if i stay, i'll to curse the dark so it's off where the won't bind me i i leave wounds behind me but i won't let find me back way my past once again can blind me fly ... and we wait to say my beautiful man and i.