Lark In The Clear Air - Ruth Notman
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 she shall hear
All my fond heart longs to say
I shall tell her of my love
All my soul's are adoration
And I think she will hear me
And will not say me nay
For it's this that gives my soul
It's joyous say elation
As I hear the sweet lark sing
In the clear air of the day