Meadowlarks

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