Meadowlark, fly away downnI hold a cornucopia and a golden crownnFor you to wear upon your fleecy downnnA meadowlark sing to mennHummingbird, just let me downnInside the broken arms of your own demisenI do believe you gave it your best trynnA hummingbird sing to me,nA hummingbird sing to mennDon't believe a word that I haven't heardnLittle children laughing at the boys and girlnThe meadowlark singing to you each and everydaynThe on the hills and the market in the hay