Skylark, have you anything to say to me? Can you tell me where my love may be? Is there a meadow in the mist where he's just 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 have 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, I don't know if you can find these things, but my heart, my heart is riding on your wings. So if you see them anywhere won't you lead me there?