Split the lark
And you'll find the music
Bulb after bulb, in silver roller
Scantilly dealt tô the summer morning
Saved for your ear when lutes be old
Loose the flood
You shall find it pantent
Gush after gush, reserved for you
Scarlet experiment, sceptic Thomas
Now, do you doubt your bird was true
Split the lark
And you'll find the music
Bulb after bulb, in silver roller