Mea-

dow-

la-

rk,

fly

a-

wa-

y

down.

I

hold

a

corn-

u-

co-

pi-

a

a-

n-

d

a

go-

ld-

en

crown,

For

you

to

wear

u-

pon

your

flee-

cy

down.

My

mea-

dow-

la-

rk,

s-

i-

n-

g

to

me.

Hum-

ming

bi-

rd,

just

let

m-

e

dive

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-

n-

g

t-

o

me.

My

hum-

ming

bi-

rd,

s-

i-

n-

g

to

me.

Do-

n't

be-

lieve

a

word

that

I

ha-

ven't

he-

a-

r-

d.

Lit-

tle

chil-

dren

lau-

ghing

at

the

boys

and

girls.

The

mea-

dow-

la-

rk

sing-

in'

to

y-

ou,

each

and

ev-

e-

ry-

d-

a-

y

The

arc

light

o-

n

the

hill-

side

a-

nd,

the

mar-

ket

i-

n

the

hay.