Kiss me out of the bearded barley,
Nightly, beside the green, green grass,
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step,
You wear those shoes, and I will wear that dress.
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight,
Lead me out on the moonlit floor,
Lift your open hand,
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,
Silver moon's sparkling,
So kiss me.
Kiss me down by the broken tree-house,
Swing me upon its hanging tyre,
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat,
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map.
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight,
Lead me out on the moonlit floor,
Lift your open hand,
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,
Silver moon's sparkling,
So kiss me.
Kiss me beneath the milky twilight,
Lead me out on the moonlit floor,
Lift your opened hand,
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,
Silver moon's sparkling,
So kiss me.
