In Fancy I Can Hear And See Him

The little plain brown skylark in his cloak of grey to brown
Is carolling above the mountain that overlooks the town
In fancy i can see and hear him a small speck in the sky
And carolling ever carolling as upwards he does fly.

Born by a tuft of bracken this airborne prince of song
He is a child of Nature and to Nature he belong
His song old like the river that to the ocean flow
Was sung by his ancestors above the hill thousands of years ago.

I first fell in love with Nature when i was a young boy
And a thing of natural beauty is always a thing of joy
When the birds sang in the woodland and wildflowers bloomed by the rill
And the skylark he was carolling above the ancient hill.

In fancy i can hear and see him in the greyness of the day
Carolling above the bracken of the old hill far away
Like a small dot fading upwards till in clouds he disappear
But the beauty of his music from the cloud World i do hear.