Dear thoughts are my mind and my soul it 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 he shall hear all my fond heart longs to say. I will tell him all my love , all my soul's pure adoration, And I know he will hear my voice and he will not answer 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.