She's actually an acquaintance of mine. Her aunt and my uncle have been a couple for decades, hence how I know her. She actually sang on my grandfathers funeral. Absolutely phenomenal singer and an amazing woman overall.
WHEN I WAS A GIRL l I HAD A FAVORITE STORY OF THE MEADOWLARK WHO LIVED WHERE THE RIVERS WIND HER VOICE COULD MATCH THE ANGELS' IN ITS GLORY BUT SHE WAS BLIND, THE LARK WAS BLIND AN OLD KING CAME AND TOOK HER TO HIS PALACE WHERE THE WALLS WERE BURNISHED BRONZE AND GOLDEN BRAID AND HE FED HER FRUIT AND NUTS FROM AN IVORY CHALICE AND HE PRAYED: "SING FOR ME, MY MEADOWLARK, SING FOR ME OF THE SILVER MORNING, SET ME FREE, MY MEADOWLARK, AND I'LL BUY YOU A PRICELESS JEWEL AND CLOTH OF BROCADE AND CREWEL AND I'LL LOVE YOU FOR LIFE, IF YOU WILL SING FOR ME." THEN ONE DAY AS THE LARK SANG BY THE WATER THE GOD OF THE SUN HEARD HER IN HIS FLIGHT AND HER SINGING MOVED HIM SO HE CAME AND BROUGHT HER THE GIFT OF SIGHT HE GAVE HER SIGHT AND SHE OPENED HER EYES TO THE SHIMMER AND THE SPLENDOR OF THIS BEAUTIFUL, YOUNG GOD, SO PROUD AND STRONG AND HE CALLED TO THE LARK IN A VOICE BOTH ROUGH AND TENDER "COME ALONG. FLY WITH ME, MY MEADOWLARK, FLY WITH ME ON THE SILVER MORNING, PAST THE SEA WHERE THE DOLPHINS BARK WE WILL DANCE ON THE CORAL BEACHES, MAKE A FEAST OF THE PLUMS AND PEACHES JUST AS FAR AS YOUR VISION REACHES FLY WITH ME." BUT THE MEADOWLARK SAID NO FOR THE OLD KING LOVED HER SO SHE COULDN'T BEAR TO WOUND HIS PRIDE SO THE SUN GOD FLEW AWAY AND WHEN THE KING CAME DOWN THAT DAY HE FOUND HIS MEADOWLARK HAD DIED EVERY TIME I HEARD THAT PART I CRIED ... AND NOW I STAND HERE STARRY-EYED AND STORMY OH, JUST WHEN I THOUGHT MY HEART WAS FINALLY NUMB A BEAUTIFUL, YOUNG MAN APPEARS BEFORE ME, SINGING "COME, OH, WON'T YOU COME?" AND WHAT CAN I DO IF FINALLY FOR THE FIRST TIME THE ONE I'M BURNING FOR RETURNS THE GLOW? IF LOVE HAS COME AT LAST IT'S PICKED THE WORST TIME STILL I KNOW I'VE GOT TO GO FLY AWAY, MEADOWLARK FLY AWAY IN THE SILVER MORNING, IF I STAY, I'LL GROW TO CURSE THE DARK SO IT'S OFF WHERE THE DAYS WON'T BIND ME I KNOW I LEAVE WOUNDS BEHIND ME BUT I WON'T LET TOMORROW FIND ME BACK THIS WAY BEFORE MY PAST ONCE AGAIN CAN BLIND ME FLY AWAY ... AND WE WON'T WAIT TO SAY GOOD-BYE MY BEAUTIFUL YOUNG MAN AND I.
When I was a girl, I had a favourite story Of the meadowlark who lived where the rivers wind Her voice could match the angels' in its glory, But she was blind, The lark was blind. An old king came and took her to his palace, Where the walls were burnished bronze and golden braid, And he fed her fruit and nuts from an ivory chalice and he prayed "Sing for me, my meadowlark Sing for me of the silver morning. Set me free, my meadowlark And I'll buy you a priceless jewel, And cloth of brocade and crewel, And I'll love you for life if you will Sing for me." Than one day as the lark sang by the water The god of the sun heard her in his flight And her singing moved him so, he came and brought her The gift of sight, He gave her sight. And she opened her eyes to the shimmer and the splendor Of this beautiful young god, so proud and strong And he called to the lark in a voice both rough and tender, "Come along, Fly with me, my meadowlark, Fly with me on the silver morning. Past the sea where the dolphins bark, We will dance on the coral beaches, Make a feast of the plums and peaches, Just as far as your vision reaches, Fly with me." But the meadowlark said no, For the old king loved her so, She couldn't bear to wound his pride. So the sun god flew away and when the king came down that day, He found his meadowlark had died. Every time I heard that part I cried. And now I stand here, starry-eyed and stormy. Oh, just when I thought my heart was finally numb, A beautiful young man appears before me Singing "Come Oh, won't you come?" And what can I do if finally for the first time The one I'm burning for returns the glow? If love has come at last it's picked the worst time Still I know I've got to go. Fly away, meadowlark. Fly away in the silver morning. If I stay, I'll grow to curse the dark, So it's off where the days won't bind me. I know I leave wounds behind me, But I won't let tomorrow find me Back this way. Before my past once again can blind me, Fly away. And we won't wait to say goodbye, My beautiful young man and I.
@@leojbramble @leojbramble Betty's is too fast, and this one is too slow. However, there is no discounting both women have absolutely lovely (yet different) voices. Liz's live performance with the NY Philharmonic with its amazing orchestration will always be my favorite.
Dont know if anyone cares but if you're stoned like me during the covid times you can watch pretty much all of the latest movies on instaflixxer. Have been streaming with my girlfriend for the last few weeks :)
I've listened to many renditions, and this one ranks near the top. Love the orchestration.
She's actually an acquaintance of mine. Her aunt and my uncle have been a couple for decades, hence how I know her. She actually sang on my grandfathers funeral. Absolutely phenomenal singer and an amazing woman overall.
Absolutely one of the best renditions of this song I’ve ever heard. Innocence, vulnerability, emotion, and an impeccable voice. Bravo!
Breathtaking. This has become the definitive version of this song for me ♥
Marvelous singing! I also liked the (orchestral) arrangement very much. Thank you! Tusen tak.
lovely!
This is PERFECT.
Utterly astonishing! I never thought I would say this, but she owns this song, much more than Patty LuPone ever could.
Beautiful!
She's fantastic. I don't know if she's known out of her country, but she should be. Does she have any record?
Can you please please please upload everything you have with Ms. Lidström (or is it Lindström?) in it? She's one of the best singers I've ever heard.
WHEN I WAS A GIRL l I HAD A FAVORITE STORY
OF THE MEADOWLARK WHO LIVED WHERE THE RIVERS WIND
HER VOICE COULD MATCH THE ANGELS' IN ITS GLORY
BUT SHE WAS BLIND, THE LARK WAS BLIND
AN OLD KING CAME AND TOOK HER TO HIS PALACE
WHERE THE WALLS WERE BURNISHED BRONZE AND GOLDEN BRAID
AND HE FED HER FRUIT AND NUTS FROM AN IVORY CHALICE
AND HE PRAYED:
"SING FOR ME, MY MEADOWLARK,
SING FOR ME OF THE SILVER MORNING,
SET ME FREE, MY MEADOWLARK,
AND I'LL BUY YOU A PRICELESS JEWEL
AND CLOTH OF BROCADE AND CREWEL
AND I'LL LOVE YOU FOR LIFE,
IF YOU WILL SING FOR ME."
THEN ONE DAY AS THE LARK SANG BY THE WATER
THE GOD OF THE SUN HEARD HER IN HIS FLIGHT
AND HER SINGING MOVED HIM SO
HE CAME AND BROUGHT HER THE GIFT OF SIGHT
HE GAVE HER SIGHT
AND SHE OPENED HER EYES TO THE SHIMMER AND THE SPLENDOR
OF THIS BEAUTIFUL, YOUNG GOD, SO PROUD AND STRONG
AND HE CALLED TO THE LARK IN A VOICE BOTH ROUGH AND TENDER
"COME ALONG.
FLY WITH ME, MY MEADOWLARK,
FLY WITH ME ON THE SILVER MORNING,
PAST THE SEA WHERE THE DOLPHINS BARK
WE WILL DANCE ON THE CORAL BEACHES,
MAKE A FEAST OF THE PLUMS AND PEACHES
JUST AS FAR AS YOUR VISION REACHES
FLY WITH ME."
BUT THE MEADOWLARK SAID NO
FOR THE OLD KING LOVED HER SO
SHE COULDN'T BEAR TO WOUND HIS PRIDE
SO THE SUN GOD FLEW AWAY
AND WHEN THE KING CAME DOWN THAT DAY
HE FOUND HIS MEADOWLARK HAD DIED
EVERY TIME I HEARD THAT PART I CRIED ...
AND NOW I STAND HERE STARRY-EYED AND STORMY
OH, JUST WHEN I THOUGHT MY HEART WAS FINALLY NUMB
A BEAUTIFUL, YOUNG MAN APPEARS BEFORE ME,
SINGING "COME, OH, WON'T YOU COME?"
AND WHAT CAN I DO IF FINALLY FOR THE FIRST TIME
THE ONE I'M BURNING FOR RETURNS THE GLOW?
IF LOVE HAS COME AT LAST IT'S PICKED THE WORST TIME
STILL I KNOW
I'VE GOT TO GO
FLY AWAY, MEADOWLARK
FLY AWAY IN THE SILVER MORNING,
IF I STAY, I'LL GROW TO CURSE THE DARK
SO IT'S OFF WHERE THE DAYS WON'T BIND ME
I KNOW I LEAVE WOUNDS BEHIND ME
BUT I WON'T LET TOMORROW FIND ME
BACK THIS WAY
BEFORE MY PAST ONCE AGAIN CAN BLIND ME
FLY AWAY ...
AND WE WON'T WAIT
TO SAY GOOD-BYE
MY BEAUTIFUL YOUNG MAN
AND I.
Love her voice 😍
When I was a girl, I had a favourite story
Of the meadowlark who lived where the rivers wind
Her voice could match the angels' in its glory,
But she was blind,
The lark was blind.
An old king came and took her to his palace,
Where the walls were burnished bronze and golden braid,
And he fed her fruit and nuts from an ivory chalice and he prayed
"Sing for me, my meadowlark
Sing for me of the silver morning.
Set me free, my meadowlark
And I'll buy you a priceless jewel,
And cloth of brocade and crewel,
And I'll love you for life if you will
Sing for me."
Than one day as the lark sang by the water
The god of the sun heard her in his flight
And her singing moved him so, he came and brought her
The gift of sight,
He gave her sight.
And she opened her eyes to the shimmer and the splendor
Of this beautiful young god, so proud and strong
And he called to the lark in a voice both rough and tender,
"Come along,
Fly with me, my meadowlark,
Fly with me on the silver morning.
Past the sea where the dolphins bark,
We will dance on the coral beaches,
Make a feast of the plums and peaches,
Just as far as your vision reaches,
Fly with me."
But the meadowlark said no,
For the old king loved her so,
She couldn't bear to wound his pride.
So the sun god flew away and when the king came down that day,
He found his meadowlark had died.
Every time I heard that part I cried.
And now I stand here, starry-eyed and stormy.
Oh, just when I thought my heart was finally numb,
A beautiful young man appears before me
Singing "Come
Oh, won't you come?"
And what can I do if finally for the first time
The one I'm burning for returns the glow?
If love has come at last it's picked the worst time
Still I know
I've got to go.
Fly away, meadowlark.
Fly away in the silver morning.
If I stay, I'll grow to curse the dark,
So it's off where the days won't bind me.
I know I leave wounds behind me,
But I won't let tomorrow find me
Back this way.
Before my past once again can blind me,
Fly away.
And we won't wait to say goodbye,
My beautiful young man and I.
Lovely singing but I miss the raw emotion Liz Callaway brings to the song.
Agreed
yes, this is a very, very lovely vocal performance, but Liz Callaway completely inhabits this song.
I onl recently discovered Betty Buckley's concert version, which is amazing too - very uptempo, completely unhibited; beautiful.
@@leojbramble @leojbramble Betty's is too fast, and this one is too slow. However, there is no discounting both women have absolutely lovely (yet different) voices. Liz's live performance with the NY Philharmonic with its amazing orchestration will always be my favorite.
Dont know if anyone cares but if you're stoned like me during the covid times you can watch pretty much all of the latest movies on instaflixxer. Have been streaming with my girlfriend for the last few weeks :)