About the size of a robin
short tailed and small
Her sweet refrain
It be known to us all
a voice bound to lure
the soulful to be
knowing how pure
And Lyrically she
casts her lamenting
where none dare to go
over the Tor
to the great mists on show
the meadow Lark singing
in the greenery dear
i feel thee heart beating
for my love it is clear.