The Lark in the Clear Air (Sir Samuel Ferguson) 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 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. recorded by Sidney MacEwan in 1932 lyrics by Sir Samuel Ferguson of Belfast circa 1850 trad tune 'Caisleán U, Néill' collected by Lady Ferguson in the west of Ireland from the book "A Song For Ireland" by Mary O'Hara AX oct99
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