Lark-bird, lark-bird soaring high,
Are you never weary?
When you reach the empty sky,
Are the clouds not dreary?
Do n't you sometimes long to be
A silent gold-fish in the sea?
Gold-fish, gold-fish diving deep,
Are you never sad, say?
When you feel the cold waves creep
Are you really glad, say?
Do n't you sometimes long to sing
And be a lark-bird on the wing?