Meadowlark, fly your way down, I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown For you to wear upon your fleece´d gown. Ah 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. Ah hummingbird, sing to me.
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Ah 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 ev´ry day; The archon on the hillside and the market in the hay.