| Lark In The Clear Air |
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| Dear thoughts are 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 he shall hear all my fond heart longs to say |
| I will tell him all my love, all my soul’s pure adoration |
| And I know he will hear my voice and he will not answer me nay |
| It is this that gives my soul all it’s joyous elation |
| As I hear the sweet lark sing in the clear air of the day |
