when i was a girl l i had a favorite of the meadowlark who lived where the rivers her voice match the angels' in its glory but she was blind, the was blind an old king came and her to his palace where the walls were burnished bronze and golden 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 i'll buy you a priceless and cloth of and crewel and love you for life, if you sing for me."
then one day as the lark sang by the the god of the sun her in his flight and her singing him so he and brought her the gift of sight he gave her and she opened her eyes to the and the splendor of this beautiful, young god, so proud and and he called to the lark in a voice both rough and "come along. fly me, my meadowlark, fly with me on the morning, past the sea where the bark we dance on the coral beaches, make a feast of the and peaches just as far as your reaches fly me."
but the said no for the old king her so she couldn't to wound his pride so the sun god away and when the king came down day he his meadowlark had died every time i heard that part i ...
and now i stand here and stormy oh, just when i thought my heart was finally a beautiful, young man before me, "come, oh, won't 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 it's picked the time i know got to go
fly away, fly away in the morning, if i stay, grow to curse the dark so it's off where the days won't me i know i leave behind me but i let tomorrow find me this way before my past once again can me fly ... and we won't to say my beautiful man and i.