Walking up a crestWithout knowing what comes nextI straddle on into the darkShuffling my feet for a sight of the lark Yonder the leaves swayMaking my heart prayO when will the lark singAnd make me rock and swing Trampling on the fallen leavesSounding like a knight’s greavesI search for thee larkWith the hope am nearing the mark Branches like a canopyI don’t know where to look for yeStill I know that you are thereSomewhere in the shade.