Meadowlark, fly your way down
I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown
For you to wear upon your fleecy gown

Ah meadowlark, sing to me

Hummingbird, just let me die
Inside the broken holes of your olive eyes
I do believe you gave it your best try

A hummingbird sing to me


Ah 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 every day
The archon on the hillside and the market in the hay


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