I recall the mad delight of a lovely dance And a strolling through the night trembling with romance There he told me of my charms, how could I resist Suddenly within his arms I ws held and kissed. Oh that kiss in the dark was, to him, just a lark But to me was a thrill supreme. Just a kiss in the dark, but it kindled the spark The awaking of love's young dream. Just a kiss in the dark, but it kindled the spark The awaking of love's young dream.