Meadowlarks
Robin Pecknold
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