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