when i was a girl l i had a favorite of the meadowlark who lived the rivers wind her voice could the angels' in its glory but she was blind, the was blind an old came and took her to his palace where the walls were burnished bronze and golden and he fed her fruit and nuts from an 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 of brocade and crewel and love you for life, if you sing for me."
then one day as the 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 her sight and she opened her to the shimmer and the splendor of this beautiful, young god, so proud and and he called to the lark in a voice rough and tender "come along. fly me, my meadowlark, fly me on the silver morning, the sea where the dolphins bark we dance on the coral beaches, make a feast of the plums and just as far as your vision fly me."
but the said no for the old king her so she couldn't bear to his pride so the sun god away and when the king came that day he his meadowlark had died every time i heard that i cried ...
and now i stand here starry-eyed and oh, just when i thought my heart was finally a beautiful, young man appears me, "come, oh, won't you come?" and what can i do if finally for the time the one i'm burning for returns the if love has come at last it's the worst time i know got to go
fly away, fly away in the morning, if i stay, i'll grow to curse the so it's off where the won't bind me i know i leave wounds me but i won't let tomorrow me back way my past once again can blind me fly ... and we wait to say my young man and i.