The Lark In The Clear Air
The Lark In The Clear Air | |
| Dear thoughts are in my mind And my soul soars enchanted, As I hear the sweet lark sing In the clear air of the day. For a tender beaming smile, To my hope has been granted, And to morrow she shall bear, All my fond heart would say. | 2. I shall tell her all my love, All my soul's adoration. And I think she will hear me And will not say me nay. It is this that gives my soul All its joyous elation, As I hear the sweet lark sing, In the clear air of the day. |