when i was a girl l i had a favorite of the meadowlark who lived where the rivers her voice could match the in its glory but she was blind, the lark was an old came and took her to his palace where the were burnished bronze and golden braid and he fed her fruit and nuts from an ivory and he
"sing for me, my meadowlark, sing for me of the morning, set me free, my meadowlark, and i'll buy you a priceless and cloth of brocade and and i'll you for life, if you will for me."
one day as the lark sang 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 gave her and she her eyes to the shimmer and the splendor of this beautiful, god, so proud and strong and he called to the in a voice both rough and tender "come along. fly me, my meadowlark, fly me on the silver morning, past the sea the dolphins bark we will dance on the beaches, a feast of the plums and peaches just as far as vision reaches fly me."
but the said no for the old loved her so she bear to wound his pride so the sun god flew and when the king came that day he found his had died every time i heard that part i ...
and now i stand here starry-eyed and oh, just when i thought my heart was numb a beautiful, young man appears me, singing "come, oh, you come?" and what can i do if finally for the first 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 the days won't bind me i i leave wounds behind me but i won't let tomorrow me back way my past once again can blind me fly ... and we won't to say my young man and i.