There's lark,,He sings,,His tune He loves the sun,,He loves the moon So he likes to fly,,So high up in the sky He likes to fly above the waves Soaring through ,,,The breathe of wind Makes him happy,,makes him sing His mind is open,,He chirps his voice With diamonds and gold,,He flies the wind And skirts and folds,And cloaks the sky He stires a course,and flying high,, Goes up north The bright blue sky,,The clouds do mist That drifts away,,And sadness falls and goes away He feels the love,,The gentle breeze He flies away,,He feels so pleased