When I Grow Too Old To Dream Lyrics - 1997

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The lark in the clear air : to my sister margaret

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 should 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