Until The Skylark Answers Me

I ride over the waving grass,
In the wind blowing from the sea.
Again and again, I will pass
Until the skylark answers me.

When I first learned to look and long,
And heard his music flowing free,
I decided to sing his song
Until the skylark answers me.

I sing wherever I might ride,
Sing like leaves rubbing in the tree,
Sing like the stones turned by the tide,
Until the skylark answers me.

When I see the flash of a wing,
Or a high-circling shape I see,
I chant and sob, I sigh and sing,
Until the skylark answers me.

I am not asking for a tune,
For he cannot that selfish be,
Any more than light from the moon.
Until the skylark answers me,

Though, I must hear the music coy
To which I cannot find the key.
I will not sing for love or joy
Until the skylark answers me.

That's all I need or want to know:
The heart behind his melody.
This desire for joy will not go
Until the skylark answers me.

So, until that exalted day,
In the wind blowing from the sea,
I cannot stop or go away-
Until the skylark answers me.

He will answer, never doubt it-
Such torture was not meant for me.
But, still, I will sing about it
Until the skylark answers me.