Linda Ronstadt - The Lark lyrics

I am like the lark That in order to form its nest Always looks for a strong branch So that she won't see it fall. Others are like the deer Eager and presumptuous When it goes out to find love Is k**ed without warning. Ay...Ay...Ay...Ay... The clouds go through the sky The fish through the water The gold is under the ground And love is in the petticoats. My dark lovely one What am I going to do If you take this love Away from me. What good is it for men To put on airs If when they are at home Their pants fall down. Also another thing happens With those who are braggarts When they see the real thing Something happens to them in their breeches.