Mea-

dow-

lark,

fly

a-

way

down.

I

hold

a

corn-

u-

co-

pi-

a

and

a

go-

lden

crown,

for

you

to

wear

u-

pon

your

flee-

cy

gown.

My

mea-

dow-

la-

rk,

si---

ng

to

me.

Hum-

ming

bird,

just

let

me

down.

In-

side

the

bro-

ken

o-

vals

of-

your

o--

live

eyes,

I

do

be-

lieve

you

gave

it

your

best

try.

My

hum-

ming

bi-

rd,

si---

ng

to

me.

My

hum-

ming

bi-

rd,

si---

ng

to

me.

Do-

n't

be-

lieve

a

word

that

I

ha-

ven't

he-

ard.

Lit-

tle

chil-

dren

lau-

ghing

at

the

boys

and

girls.

The

mea-

dow-

la-

rk

sing-

in'

to

you,

each

and

e-

very

day-

.

The

arc

lied

o-

n

the

hill-

side

a-

nd,

the

mar-

ket

i-

n

the

hay.