The Lark In The Clear Air sing and play along

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 lark hear all my fond heart would the say.

I shall tell her all my love,

and my soul's adoration, and I think she will hear me,

and the will not say me nay.

It is this that gives my soul all its joyous elation,

as I hear row the sweet lark sing in the clear air of the say.

I shall day.