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.