Meadowlark
When I was a girl, I had a favourite storyof the meadowlark who lived where the rivers windHer voice could match the angels' in its glory,but she was blind,the lark was blind.
An old king came and took her to his palace,where the walls were burnished bronze and golden braid,and he fed her fruit and nuts from an ivory chalice and he prayed"Sing for me, my meadowlarksing for me of the silver morning.set me free, my meadowlarkand I'll buy you a priceless jewel,and cloth of brocade and crewel,and I'll love you for life if you willsing for me."
Then one day as the lark sang by the waterthe god of the sun heard her in his flightand her singing moved him so, he came and brought herthe gift of sight,he gave her sight.
And she opened her eyes to the shimmer and the splendourof this beautiful young god, so proud and strongand he called to the lark in a voice both rough and tender,"Come along,fly with me, my 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 of the plums and peaches,just as far as your vision reaches,fly with me."
But the meadowlark said no,for the old king loved her so,she couldn't bear to wound his pride.So the sun god flew awayand when the king came down that day,he found his meadowlark had died.every time I heard that part I cried.
And now I stand here, starry-eyed and stormy.Oh, just when I thought my heart was finally numb,A beautiful young man appears before meSinging "ComeOh, won't you come?"And what can I do if finally for the first timethe one I'm burning for returns the glow?If love has come at last it's picked the worst timeStill I knowI'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 meback this way.
Before my past once again can blind me,fly away.
And we won't wait to say goodbye,my beautiful young man and I.