A speaker pleads with a skylark to guide them to love, painting misty meadows and blossom-covered lanes while calling the bird a holy messenger. The skylark's song becomes wonderful music, faint as a will-o-the-wisp, leading the way to happiness.
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, or sky and I. 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 holy flight, haven't you heard the music in the night? Wonderful music, faint as a will-o'-the-wisp, crazy as a loon, sad as a gypsy strolling over the moon. Oh, I've heard it. Skylock, 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? Skylock! 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? Oh, so I'll be right back. Sky, Lord, won't you lead me there?
