Lark In The Clear Air

Dear thoughts are in 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

Dear thoughts are in 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 to say. I shall tell him all