Come swing with me, this night is just begun,
and now the dark hides everything from sight;
and brings to mind--how long ago--in fun
I dared you kiss my lips one summers night.
Did not that kiss just steal my breath away,
and lead us to--this very night we share?
And all we are--is what's been--day to day
and year to year, but now is all somewhere--
deep in the heart, we call them memories,
and call on them, on such a time as now--
just swinging where nobody ever sees
nor cares about! Perhaps time will allow--
more nights like this--to dwell upon the past
and live that kiss again--up to the last.