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 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