There is no Harm in Kissing.
Upon a rustic bridge we met,
One afternoon in Spring;
His loving words I can't forget,
Within my ears they ring!
The swans were sailing on the lake,
And all the park was gay;
My hand in his he chanced to take
In such a charming way!
The flowers were bright-but oh! his eyes
They shone like stars of night;
His smile was like the glowing skies,
And filled me with delight;
I seemed in love's delicious dream,
My heart with rapture beat;
And while his eyes did on me beam,
I heard his lips repeat:
There is no harm in kissing,
Pray tell me, is there, dear?
Those rosy lips invite me now,
And no one lingers near;
Then loving ones are meeting,
No prying eyes to mark;
There is no harm in kissing-(a kiss)
At twilight in the park.
We strolled along where roses grew
And all was bright and fair;
He promised ever to be true,
And begged my love to share.
The little birds were flying home,
They heard my lips reply;
And stars were bright in yonder dome
Before we said good-bye!
But, oh! he seemed so sad to leave-
My heart grew sad as well,
For love within each heart did weave
Its dear be witching spell;
We lingered, though the hour was late,
How quick the time had sped;
But when our lips met at the gate,
He softly to me said:-Chorus.