Skylark

Won’t you tell me where my love can be?

Is there a meadow        in the mist

Where someone’s waiting to be kissed?

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

Over the shadows and the rain

To a blossom-covered lane?

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 ser-e-na-ding    the moon. Oh,

But my heart is riding on your wings,

So if you see them an-y-where,

Won’t you lead       me there?