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
up on its hanging tire
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
We'll take the trail marked down your father's map
Swing, swing, swing that spinning step
Nightly
beside the green green grass
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress
Oh kiss me
beneath the milky twilight
2 comments:
Six pence none the richer...you have a great collection!
Lovely Dear.
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