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 should 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