The Lark in the Clear Air - Loreena McKennitt

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 she shall hear

All my fond heart would say

I shall tell her all my love

All my soul’s adoration

And I think she will hear

And will not say me nay

It is this that gives my soul

All its joyous elation

As I hear the sweet lark sing

In the clear air of the day