Kissing in the Dark
Kissing in the Dark | |
Stephen Foster, 1863
| Sitting in the cosy parlor When the nights are long, While the cricket 'neath the window Sings his dainty song: With the one we love beside us And no eyes to mark, |: Oh how gaily glide the hours Kissing in the dark. :| | 2. Softly then the vows we murmur Fall upon the air, Little hands in ours are folded, Gently nestling there. Not a sweeter note of music Sings the morning lark, |: Then is heard when lips are meeting Kissing in the dark. :| |
| 3. Surely then we grow much bolder For we know this well, That we whisper 'neath the shadows All love bids us tell. Let us bless the golden hours With no eyes to mark, |: That we pass among the maidens Kissing in the dark! :| |