Meadowlarks — Fleet Foxes

Meadowlark, fly your way down, I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown for you to wear upon your fleecy gown.

Ah meadowlark, sing to me.

Hummingbird, just let me die Inside the broken ovals of your olive eye. I do believe you gave it your best try.

My hummingbird, sing to me.

My hummingbird, sing to me.

Don't believe a word that I haven't heard Little children laughing at the boys and girls. The meadowlark singing to you each and every day. The arc light on the hillside and the market in the hay.