when i was a girl l i had a favorite of the meadowlark who where the rivers wind her voice could the angels' in its glory but she was blind, the was blind an old king came and took her to his where the walls were burnished bronze and braid and he fed her fruit and from an ivory chalice 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 of brocade and crewel and i'll 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 singing him so he and brought 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 rough and tender "come along. fly me, my meadowlark, fly me on the silver morning, the sea where the dolphins bark we will 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 loved her so she couldn't 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 here starry-eyed and stormy oh, just when i my heart was finally numb a beautiful, young man appears me, "come, oh, won't you come?" and what can i do if finally for the first the one i'm burning for the glow? if love has come at it's picked the worst time still i got to go
fly away, fly away in the morning, if i stay, i'll grow to the dark so it's off where the won't bind me i know i leave behind me but i won't let find me this way before my past once can blind me fly ... and we wait to say my beautiful man and i.