John Mcdermott - The Lark In The Clear Air lyrics

The lark in the clear air : to my sister margaret 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 should tell her all my love All my soul's adoration And i think she will hear me 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