FLIRTING IN THE TWILIGHT.
Copyright, 1870, by Wm. A. Pond & Co.
Oh. I'm very fond of roving when the stars are in the sky;
And a heart so true And loving often meets me on the sly;
The sweetest words he whispers, and his eyes are sparkling blue;
But what he tells, you may be sure, I'll never tell to-you.
Oh, we wander while the shadows fall, but a pair of eyes are my light;
Of all the joys it beats them all, this flirting in the twilight.
Oh, my heart kept going pit-i-pat. I scarce could tell what I was at;
We wandered in the shadows, but his beaming eyes they w ere my light,
Of joys we meet, there's none so sweet as flirting in the twilight."
Now he called me "pet " And "dearest, " and I could not tell you half;
And he said I was the nearest. " then I laughed a little laugh;
His arms he kindly offered, then he offered me his hand,
And said he'd make his darling one the happiest in the land:
Tho' 'twas darkness in the pleasant air, yet his beaming eyes were my light;
He kissed me-ere I was aware-while flirting in the twilight.-Chorus.
Now I never can forget him, nor his dear, enticing way;
Near the place where I have met him, O, I wander every day;
My heart is in his keeping, he has stolen that I know;
He really makes a very sweet and fascinating beau;
So we wander in the darkness yet, but his charming eyes are my light;
My heart was caught in cupid's net while flirting in the twilight.-Chorus