i walked along the meadow sat beneath a tree
there upon its branches a meadow lark sang to me
the sun was shining brightly sending down his ray
i listenened to lark as he sang away
every note in tune every note in key
such a lovely song with a lovely melody
it made me feel so happy made me feel so free
i wont forget the song that he sang to me
i will go again to the meadow tree
hear the lark again sing his song to me
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It has been so many years that I have heard a meadow lark. Bird of my youth. A lovely song.
My wife misses the birds in the UK.
The birds down here can be loud and aggressive, but if there not afraid of you, and you are lucky, you might receive a softer note.
God loves them, and so do I.
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