Lark Song (Остров Королевы)

When the new day is dawning
the lark doth ascend.
If I could but speak to her
I'd make her my friend.

She would tell of her journey
to the lands of the sky,
where the soft fields of cloud
like white pillows do lie.

She would sing of the earth
far below that she'd seen,
all patched in a quiltwork
of brown, gold and green.

As she wings on the zephyrs
of smooth morning breeze
to rise from the meadows,
the hills or the trees.

With the evening come down,
little bird, cease thy flight
'til the blue peaceful morning
awakes from the night.