Meadowlarks - Fleet Foxes

Meadowlark, fly your way down

I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown

For you to wear upon your fleecy down

My meadowlark, sing to me

Hummingbird, just let me die

Inside the broken ovals of your olive eye

I do believe you gave it your best try

My hummingbird, sing to me

My hummingbird, sing to me

Don’t believe a word that I haven’t heard

Little children laughing at the boys and girls

The meadowlark singing to you each and every day

The arc light on the hillside and the market in the hay