larksong
How sweetly sings the little lark, although it knows no words. How the old oak must ache, branches braced against the wind. And what sweet relief the axe must bring. How softly sings the little lark, although it knows no words.
How sweetly sings the little lark, although it knows no words. How the old oak must ache, branches braced against the wind. And what sweet relief the axe must bring. How softly sings the little lark, although it knows no words.