The Lark In The Clear Air Lyrics - John Mcdermott

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 it's joyous elation 

As I hear the sweet lark sing 

In the clear air of the day