The lark in the clear air (Irish folk song)

Irish folk song

The lark in the clear air 

Kenneth McKellar, Ten  

 

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 he shall hear
ll my fond heart would say 

 

I shall tell him all my love,
all my soul's adoration
And I think he will hear me
and will not say me nay
It is his that gives my soul
all its joyous elation
As I hear the sweet lark sing
in the clear air of the day