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 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?