when i was a girl l i had a favorite story. of the meadowlark who lived where the rivers wind. her voice could match the angels' in its glory. but she was blind, the lark was blind.
When I was a girl, I had a favourite story. Of the meadowlark who lived where the rivers wind. Her voice could match the angels' in its glory,. But she was blind,.
Meadowlark, fly away down. I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown. For you to wear upon your fleeced down. . My meadowlark sing to me. . Hummingbird, just let me die.
That hatchet-faced hag who's pointing at me with a sneer. I don't see her. Those giggling girls with the whispers they want me to hear. I don't hear them.