Musical Works - Woo 6.

• The child and the skylark. Song (with flute obbligato).

  Dedication: Dedicated to Madame Pauline Rita

Words by: Helen Marion Burnside

Dear lark, I hear you up over head,
But what do you sing and say?
Before I'm awake in my little bed
I know you are up and away.
I know you are up and away."

Had the sun dried the dew upon your breast,
When you darted so far up there?
Ah, you can't see how they have spoilt your nest
You are only a speck in the air!
You are only a speck in the air!

And you wouldn't be singing so loud and blythe,
If you knew that your home was gone.
But I wept when I saw how my father's scythe
Flash'd into the golden corn.

And the reapers child,
With her hand so brown, her hand spread over her wondering eyes
Gazed up, gazed up
While an answ'ring song dropped down
From the height of the summer skies.

"Ah, yes, but I know that my home is gone"
(Thus the skylark sung and said.)
"My nest that I made in the golden corn,
For the children who are fled
For the child ren who are fled.

But I sing my Creator my praise and prayer
But I sing my praise and prayer.
Altho' I am sore bereft.
For the skies are blue, and the earth still fair,
And I thank Him, and I thank Him for what is left,
And I thank Him for what is left.

For the skies are blue, and the earth still fair.
And I thank Him, and I thank Him for what is left.
And I thank Him for what is left. For, for what is left.
I thank Him! Ah!

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