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 tomorrow she shall hear

All my fond heart would say.

I shall tell her all my love

And 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.