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?

Oh, Skylark, have you seen a valley green with spring

Where my heart can go a—jour---ney---ing

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 a will o’the wisp, crazy as a loon,

Sad as a gypsy sere----na----ding 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 a-ny-where, won’t you lead me there……

Won’t you lead me there……

Won’t you lead me there……