[00:09.48]Meadowlark, fly your way down.
[00:18.22]I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown
[00:26.58]
[00:27.26]For you to wear upon your fleecy down.
[00:33.07]
[00:36.12]My meadowlark, sing to me.
[00:42.80]
[00:45.73]Hummingbird, just let me die
[00:51.47]
[00:54.34]Inside the broken ovals of your olive eye.
[01:02.89]
[01:03.52]I do believe you gave it your best try.
[01:09.26]
[01:12.39]My hummingbird, sing to me.
[01:20.50]
[01:48.64]My hummingbird, sing to me.
[01:55.13]
[01:58.13]Don't believe a word that I haven't heard.
[02:05.56]
[02:07.17]Little children laughing at the boys and girls.
[02:14.46]
[02:15.89]The meadowlark singing to you each and every day.
[02:24.12]
[02:24.87]The arc light on the hillside and the market in the hay.