| Skylark, have you anything to say to me?
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| Can you tell me where my love may be?
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| Is there a meadow in the mist
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| Where he’s just waiting to be kissed?
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| Skylark, have you seen a valley green with spring
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| Where my heart can go a journeying
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| Over the shadows and the rain
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| To a blossom covered lane?
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| And in your lonely flight have you heard the music?
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| In the night, wonderful music
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| Faint as a will-o'-the-wisp, crazy as a loon
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| Sad as a gypsy serenading the moon
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| Oh, skylark, I don’t know, I don’t know
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| If you can find these things
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| But my heart, my heart is riding on your wings
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| So if you see them anywhere
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| Won’t you lead me there?
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| Oh, won’t you lead me there?
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| Lead me there, lead me there
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| Lead me there, skylark, skylark, skylark, there! |