Kissing in the dark

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.

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,

Than is heard when lips are meeting

Kissing in the dark.

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!