Meadowlark Eric Andersen

Darkness sparkles the edge of dawn
Like a heart that's turned stone cold
The ones I love are dead and gone
And I am growing old
Oh, my heart is whispering, "Go back north"
To the north I truly love
I'd follow the geese, but they're heading south
So I'll follow the mourning dove

When I get there, I'll build a fire
And stare into the flames
For every single spark that flies
I'll remember a loved one's name
When spring surrounds the winter ground
And the ice falls from the nest
When winter sings with a voice of spring
I'll be heading for the west

I have live and I have died
A thousand of your deaths
I've partaken a thousand times
The sweetness of your breath
I have held you in my eyes
With my hands cupped 'neath your breasts
Shall I follow the meadowlark
And lay me down to rest?
And lay me down to rest?