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 shall tell her all my love, All my soul's adoration, And I think she will hear 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.
