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 heart is riding on your wings.

So if you see them anywhere

won't you lead me there?

- Johnny Mercer