作词 : Robin Pecknold 作曲 : Robin Pecknold Meadowlark, fly your way down. I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown
For you to wear upon your fleecy down.
My 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.
[00:00.000] 作词 : Robin Pecknold [00:01.000] 作曲 : Robin Pecknold [00:09.48]Meadowlark, fly your way down. [00:18.22]I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown [00:26.58] [00:27.26]For you to wear upon your fleecy down. [00:33.07] [00:36.12]My meadowlark, sing to me. [00:42.80] [00:45.73]Hummingbird, just let me die [00:51.47] [00:54.34]Inside the broken ovals of your olive eye. [01:02.89] [01:03.52]I do believe you gave it your best try. [01:09.26] [01:12.39]My hummingbird, sing to me. [01:20.50] [01:48.64]My hummingbird, sing to me. [01:55.13] [01:58.13]Don't believe a word that I haven't heard. [02:05.56] [02:07.17]Little children laughing at the boys and girls. [02:14.46] [02:15.89]The meadowlark singing to you each and every day. [02:24.12] [02:24.87]The arc light on the hillside and the market in the hay.
