Doug Burr
How Can The Lark (My Dear Theo)
My dear Theo, I've divulged it every wayI am just a painter and earn a painter's wageHow can the lark keep from singing in the SpringGo and fall in love yourself, old boy, and have sympathy for meI know of her status, her suitors will be plentyBut my canvas is wide, though my years are eight-and-twentyHow can the lark keep from singing in the SpringThough I have heard her reply, it counts as something to meTo this Never, no never, yet I will not yieldI will paint her moon and stars, flowers in a fieldHow can the lark keep from singing in the SpringThough the old ones do not bear it, if I were rich they would agreeSo I'm getting on better than ever with my workOh preferential torment, to love even unreturnedHow can the lark keep from singing in the SpringGo and fall in love yourself, old boy, and have sympathy for me
From Letras Mania