The Lark
Please madam, I don't want to go
Past the trees to the spring's cold flow.
The night is full of many things, unsteady,
I gave that horse his water already.
I don't want to leave the warmth of light
Don't make me walk that path this night
The man says I'm lying he says that I cheat
But I don't want to feel the dirt on my feet.
I now have the bucket she wants me to fill
I won't say a thing, or beat me she will
I want to cry, but I can't anymore
No one looks as I walk out the door.
Lady is so beautiful, she is so great,
Looking at her makes me forget that I'm late.
I will bring this pail past the trees
Past this cold unmerciful breeze.
I'm almost there I will not cry
I can fill the bucket, I will try.
The bucket is heavy with water full
I cannot carry it, I'll have to pull.
This pail will not move with any easy,
Help me god, help me, please!
The pail is no longer a burden to me
It's no longer heavy, it's gone I'm free.
Who has taken me from the dark?
He is the eagle, I am the lark.