Dear thoughts are in my mind, and my soul 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 she shall hear all my fond heart would say. I shall tell her all my love all my soul's adoration and I think she will hear me, and will not say me nay; It is this that gives my soul all its joyous elation, As I hear the sweet lark sing in the clear air of the day.