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 journey-ing,
Over the shadow and the rain,
To a blossom covered lane?
And in your lonely flight,
Haven’t you heard the music in the night,
Faint as a will o’ wisp,
Crazy as a loon,
Sad as a gypsy serenading the moon,
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?