When I was a girl, I had a favourite story Of the meadowlark who lived where the rivers wind Her 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 meadowlark Sing for me of the silver morning. Set me free, my 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 Sing for me." Than one day as the lark sang by the water 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, 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 away and 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 me Singing "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 worst 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 blind me, Fly away. And we won't wait to say goodbye, My beautiful young man and I. source: www.lyricsondemand.com/soundtracks/b/bakerswifelyrics/meadowlarklyrics.html
By the way this has the front section on the song as well. Here's the lyrics for that front bit. What does he think i am? What sort of a weak-willed sentimental sheep Does he think i am? Well, i won't even think about him, I'll just go to sleep! ... Who does he think he is? Who could be as handsome Who could be as smart as he thinks he is? He just has to snap his fingers Women fall apart! What does he think That i'll slink away with him? That i'll follow him ripe and drooling? Who does he think he is? And what does he think i am? And who do i think I'm fooling?
When I was a girl, I had a favourite story Of the meadowlark who lived where the rivers wind Her 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 meadowlark Sing for me of the silver morning. Set me free, my 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 Sing for me." Than one day as the lark sang by the water 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 splendor Of this beautiful young god, so proud and strong And 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 away and 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 me Singing "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 worst 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 blind me, Fly away. And we won't wait to say goodbye, My beautiful young man and I.
When I was a girl, I had a favourite story
Of the meadowlark who lived where the rivers wind
Her 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 meadowlark
Sing for me of the silver morning.
Set me free, my 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
Sing for me."
Than one day as the lark sang by the water
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,
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 away and 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 me
Singing "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 worst 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 blind me,
Fly away.
And we won't wait to say goodbye,
My beautiful young man and I.
source: www.lyricsondemand.com/soundtracks/b/bakerswifelyrics/meadowlarklyrics.html
Thanks Max
By the way this has the front section on the song as well. Here's the lyrics for that front bit.
What does he think i am?
What sort of a weak-willed sentimental sheep
Does he think i am?
Well, i won't even think about him,
I'll just go to sleep! ...
Who does he think he is?
Who could be as handsome
Who could be as smart as he thinks he is?
He just has to snap his fingers
Women fall apart!
What does he think
That i'll slink away with him?
That i'll follow him ripe and drooling?
Who does he think he is?
And what does he think i am?
And who do i think I'm fooling?
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this accompaniment is so so beautiful, thank you for sharing!
Turn on CC/Subtitles for Karaoke lyrics.
Just posted my cover using this accompaniment and credited you in the description! Thank you for making such a beautiful track :)
This is just so beautiful, thank you!!
Did you play this by ear?, if so, it's amazing! :)
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Did you play this by ear, if so, it's amazing!
Hi Carleigh, I played the front bit by ear but used the sheet music for the main part of the song :)
That's awesome :)
Also Meadowlark is one of my favorite Musical Theatre songs :)
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can you do this in a lower key? also the shorter version?
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Have you done this in a key for male's?
When I was a girl, I had a favourite story
Of the meadowlark who lived where the rivers wind
Her 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 meadowlark
Sing for me of the silver morning.
Set me free, my 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
Sing for me."
Than one day as the lark sang by the water
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 splendor
Of this beautiful young god, so proud and strong
And 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 away and 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 me
Singing "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 worst 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 blind me,
Fly away.
And we won't wait to say goodbye,
My beautiful young man and I.
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