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?

Skylark, have you seen a valley green with spring
Where my heart can go a-journeying
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 serenading the moon

Oh, skylark, I don’t know if you can find these things
But my hеart is riding on your wings;
So, if you see them anywhere
Won’t you lеad me there?