Lark in the Clear Air

Dear thoughts are in 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