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| Meadowlark When I was a child, I had a favorite story Of the meadowlark that lived where the rivers wind Her voice could match the angels' in their glory, But she was blind, The lark was blind. So the king of the rivers came and took her to his palace, Where the walls were burnish bronze and golden braid, And he fed her fruit and nuts from an ivory chalice and he prayed "Sing for me, oh meadowlark. Sing for me of the silver morning. Set me free, oh meadowlark And I'll buy you a priceless jewel, And cloth of brocade and crewel, And I'll love you for life, if you will only, sing for me." Then one day as the lark sang down by the waters, The god of the sun heard her in his flight And her singing moved him so, he came and brought her The gift of sight, He gave her sight. And she opened her eyes to the shimmer and the splendour Of this beautiful young god, so proud and strong And he called to the lark in a voice both rough and tender, "Come along, Oh won't you come?" Fly with me, oh meadowlark, Fly with me on the silver morning. Past the sea where the dolphins bark, We will dance on the coral beaches, Make a feast out of plums and peaches, Just as far as your vision reaches, Fly with me." But the meadowlark declined. For the king had been so kind. She couldn't bear to wound his pride. So the sun god flew away and when the king came down that day, He found the meadowlark had died. Every time I hear that part I cry. So now I stand here, starry-eyed and stormy. Oh, just when I thought my heart was finally numb, A beautiful young man appears before me Saying, "Come Oh, won't you come?" And what can I do if finally for the first time The one I'm burning for returns the glow? If love has come at last, it's picked the worse time Still I know, I've got to go! Fly away, meadowlark. Fly away in the silver morning. If I stay, I'll grow to curse the dark, So it's off where the days won't bind me. I know I leave wounds behind me, But I won't let tomorrow find me Back this way. Before my past once again can bind me, Fly away! And we won't wait to say goodbye, My beautiful young man and I. Music and Lyrics by Stephen Schwartz From the show: "The Baker's Wife" (1976) Ed, I think I finally understand |