The Lark Ascending (Arr. For Violin And Mixed Choir By Paul Drayton, Adapted By Barnaby Smith)

He rises and begins to round, 
He drops the silver chain of sound 
Of many links without a break, 
In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake.

For singing till his heaven fills, 
'Tis love of earth that he instils,
And ever winging up and up, 
Our valley is his golden cup.

And he the wine which overflows

Till lost on his aërial rings 
In light, and then the fancy sings.