oh, kiss me
out of
the bearded barley
n i g h t l y, beside the ||green, green
grass||
swing, swing, swing the spinning step
i'll wear those shoes and you will wear that
dress.
oh, kiss me
beneath the m i l k
y t w i l i g h t
lead me out on the ||moonlit
floor||
»lift
your open hand«
strike up the band and
|[make the fireflies
dance]|
s i l v e r m o o n ' s s p a r k l i n
g
so,
kiss me