When the Moon Is Kissing the Waters
Copyright, 1894, by Frank Harding.
Words and Music by Harry Dacre.
My Isabel is a belle truly,
Belle of our village which slopes to the sea;
All other men she receives coolly,
With one exception, you'll guess who is he.
No one imagines that I am her bean,
That little secret no further must go;
Only at night, when we murmur "good-bye,"
I read her heart by the light of the moon.
When the moon is kissing the waters, and the waters are kissing the sand,
When stars are throwing their kisses to all the fond lovers on land-
I follow sweet nature's example and give some to Isabel Lee,
But knowing those kisses are stolen, she gives them all back to me.
When Isabel meets me in daylight
No one would dream that we knelt at one shrine,
Bow bashfully 'neath the moon's gray light
She has returned all those kisses of mine-
Answers me freezingly, colder than ice,
Talks of the cattle or corn and its price,
"Jacks" me no longer, 'tis then "Mister John,"
She will rechristen me Jack later on.-Chorus.
My Isabel has a fair cousin,
Great is their friendship, no secrets have they;
Dear bosom friends who, by the dozen,
Pour forth their sorrows and joys every day.
Cousin has whispered me "under the robe "
Something which only a confidant knows,
Something which fills me with wildest delight,
Something which my girl will tell me to-night, Chorus.