Meadowlark, fly away 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 eyes,
I do believe you gave it your best try.
My hummingbird, sing to me.
Mmm-mm, mmm, mmm.
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 arch-line on the hillside and the market in the hay.
Ooooh..
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 eyes,
I do believe you gave it your best try.
My hummingbird, sing to me.
Mmm-mm, mmm, mmm.
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 arch-line on the hillside and the market in the hay.
Ooooh..