Skylark, Have you anything to say to me?
Won't you tell me where my love can be?
Is there a meadow in the mist, Where someone's waiting to be kissed?
Skylark, Have you seen a valley green with Spring,
Where my heart can go a journeying,
Over the shadows and the rain, to a blossom covered lane?
And in your lonely filight, Haven't you heard the music in the night,
Wonderful music, Faint as a "will o' the wisp", Crazy as a loon,
Sad as a gypsy serenading the moon.
Oh, Skylark, I don't know if you can find these things,
But my heart is riding on your wings,
So, if you see them anywhere, Won't you lead me there?
