As recorded by the Glenn Miller Orchestra on January 8th 1942 with Ray Eberle.
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 of 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...
(Transcribed by Alex Foertsch: afn
netzland.net)
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 of 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...
(Transcribed by Alex Foertsch: afn
netzland.net)