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 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.