I was a girl I had a favourite story
who lived where the rivers wind
Her voice could match the
The lark was blind and an old king
came and took her to his palace
Where the wolves were banished
And he gave her fruits and nuts
Sing for me, my meadowlark
Sing for me, o 'er the silver morning
Set me free, my meadowlark
And I'd buy you a priceless jewel,
a cloth of brocade and cruel
And I'd love you for life
One day a slug sang by the water
The God of the sun heard her in his flight
And her singing moved him
so he came an d brought her
The gift of sight, he gave her sight
to the shimmer and the splendor
Of this beautiful young girl
with a voice both rough and tender,
Fly with me, my meadow lark,
fly with me on the silver morning
Past the sea, where the dolphins fall
We can dance on the coral beaches
Make a feast of the plants and peaches
Just as far as your wishin' reaches
But the meadow lord said no
For the old king loved her so
She couldn't bear to warn his bride
And the songbird flew away
Every time I heard that part,
my heart was finally numb
Singing, come, oh, won't you come
Oh, what can I do if finally, for the first
The one I'm burning for returns the glow
If love has come at last,
it's picked the worst time
Still I know, I've got to go
Fly away, in the silver morning
If I stay, I go to curse the dark
So it's off with the days won't bind me
I know I leave wounds behind me
But I won't let to morrow find me