Lark in the clear air
Dear thoughts are my mind
and my soul it 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 tomorrow
he shall hear all my fond heart
longs to say.
I will tell him all my love ,
all my soul's pure adoration,
And I know he will hear my voice
and he will not answer me nay,
It is this that gives my soul
all it's joyous elation,
As I hear the sweet lark sing
in the clear air of the day.
It is this that gives my soul
all it's joyous elation,
As I hear the sweet lark sing
in the clear air of the day.