Lyrics & translations of Joanna Newsom

The meadowlark and the chim-choo-ree and the sparrow Set to the sky in a flying spree, for the sport over the pharaoh A little while later the Pharisees dragged comb through the meadow Do you rem

down in the green hay where monkey and bear usually lay they woke from a stable-boy's cry he said; someone come quick! the horses got loose, got grass-sick! they'll founder! fain, they'll die