Meadowlarks

Meadowlark, fly away down I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown for you to wear upon your fleece'd gown A meadowlark sing to me Hummingbird, just let me die Inside the broken holes 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 laughin' at the boys and girls, The meadowlark singin' to you each and every day, The archon on the hillside and the market in the hay. Ooooh --- Meadowlarks - Fleet Foxes