when i was a girl l i had a story of the meadowlark who lived where the wind her voice could the angels' in its glory but she was blind, the lark was an old king and took her to his palace where the walls 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 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 lark sang by the the god of the sun heard her in his and her moved him so he came and her the gift of sight he gave her 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 both rough 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 feast of the plums and just as far as your reaches fly me."
but the said no for the old loved her so she couldn't bear to wound his so the sun god away and when the king down that day he found his meadowlark had every time i heard that part i ...
and now i stand starry-eyed and stormy oh, just when i thought my heart was numb a beautiful, young man before me, singing "come, oh, you come?" and what can i do if for the first time the one i'm for returns the glow? if love has come at last it's picked the worst i know got to go
fly away, fly away in the morning, if i stay, i'll grow to the dark so it's off the days won't bind me i know i leave wounds me but i won't let find me this way before my past again can blind me fly ... and we won't to say my beautiful man and i.