Meadowlark, fly your way down.
I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown

For you to wear upon your fleecy down.

My meadowlark, sing to me.

Hummingbird, just let me die

Inside the broken ovals of your olive eye.

I do believe you gave it your best try.

My hummingbird, sing to me.

My hummingbird, sing to me.

Don't believe a word that I haven't heard.

Little children laughing at the boys and girls.

The meadowlark singing to you each and every day.

The arc light on the hillside and the market in the hay.