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Meadowlark - Sarah Brightman

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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."

Then 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,