Meadowlark, fly away down
I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown
For you to wear upon your fleecy down
A meadowlark sing to me
Hummingbird, just let me down
Inside the broken arms of your own demise
I do believe you gave it your best try
A hummingbird sing to me,
A hummingbird sing to me
Don't believe a word that I haven't heard
Little children laughing at the boys and girl
The meadowlark singing to you each and everyday
The on the hills and the market in the hay