I am at the place the meadowlarks sang
I want to hear that lilting
That sweet song is not found here
My ears are dulled by years indoors
Have they fled this place or simply ceased singing?
I am at the place the meadowlarks sang
I want to hear that lilting
That sweet song is not found here
My ears are dulled by years indoors
Have they fled this place or simply ceased singing?
She wanted Tullamore Dew
It was gone, thanks to her crew
The Chivas in her glass
Made her choke and then gasp
What’s a poor woman to do!?