meadowlark

i wrote this song at the piano after attending a fabulous house concert last night.  it's called "meadowlark".

lark, the only bird who sings in flight
lark, who's not afraid of the night
can hardly wait to tell you where she's been
and somehow knows places not yet seen


fly, oh fly
mistake not these fragile-looking wings
for to herald the day means you've waited
through a thousand different darks

fly, oh fly
to new realms of air
awake and rise
drink in and share the joy
the someday only heaven can provide

lark, if you sing with her in flight
will tell you not to fear the night

ls
7.16.15