Kiss me

Kiss me out of the bearded barley

Nightly beside the green, green grass

Swing, swing swing the spinning step

I wear those shoes and she 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 fire files dance

Silver moon’s sparkling

So kiss me

Kiss me down by the broken tree house

Swing me upon its hanging tire

Bring bring , bring your flowered hat

We’ll take the trall marked on your father’s map

So kiss me. . . .