| Skylark, have you anything to say to me?
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| Won’t you tell me where my love can be?
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| Is there a meadow in the mist
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| Where someone’s 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
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| Haven’t you heard the music in the night
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| 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 if you can find these things
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| But 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, skylark, I don’t know
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| If you can find these things
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| But 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? |