Meadowlark, fly your way down I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown For you to wear upon your fleecy down
A meadowlark sing to me
Hummingbird, just let me down Inside the broken ovals of your olive eyes I do believe you gave it your best try
A hummingbird sing to me
Mmmmmmm...
A 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 every day The arch-line on the hillside and the market in the hay
Ooooh...
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