The lark in the clear air

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.