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.