Meadowlark, fly away down
I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown
For you to wear upon your fleeced down

My meadowlark sing to me

Hummingbird, just let me die
Inside the broken ovals of your olive eyes
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 girl
The meadowlark singing to you each and everyday
The arc light on the hill side and the market in the hay

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Writer(s): STEPHEN SCHWARTZ