The Lark

Do you ask what the birds say? The Sparrow, the Dove

The Linnet and Thrush say " I love and I love!"

In the winter they're silent -- the wind is so strong;

What it says, I don't know, but it sings a loud song

But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather

And singing and loving -- all come back together

But the Lark is so brimful of gladness and love

The green fields below him, the blue sky above

That he sings, and he sings; and forever sings he --

"I love my Love, and my Love loves me!"