From the recording Skylark
‘’Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought’’ P.B. Shelley
Skylark, skylark. Skylark you’re a song drifting in the sky. Starlight, starlight. Starlight you’re a poem shining in the night. I’m flying. I’m climbing. I’m crying here by you side. Higher, higher. Higher you will climb in your flight. Shimmer, shimmer. Shimmer burning bright passing by. I’m flying. I’m climbing. I’m crying. Here by you side. Skylark, Skylark. Skylark will you die? In the morning light? Skylark. Skylark. Skylark you and I in the night.