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 flight
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?