Meadowlark, fly your way down I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown For you to wear upon your fleecy gown Ah, 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 Ah hummingbird, sing to me Mmm 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 every day The arch light on the hillside and the market in the hay Ooh