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.