High above the scrub he sing as he fly
Like a musical speck in the grey of the sky
Which brings back old memories to me from far away
When i heard his kind singing in the prime of the May
Singing out of view in the clouds of grey
Above a rushy field in the twilight of day
The song of a lark rekindles in me
Of what was in my mind a fading memory
Of when i was a younger man many Seasons ago
Long before this thing known as time did become my foe
But hearing a skylark above the scrub sing
Bring back to me memories of a long gone Spring
In the grey clouds of the sky from view he disappear
Though his beautiful song is a joy for to hear.
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