Sitting on the swing
The old boards begin to creek
I slowly lean over
And softly kiss your cheek
The fireflies so many
Their glow fills up the sky
I brush your hair back
And look you deeply in the eye
The silvery moonlight
Perfectly accents your face
Using two fingers
Softly I did trace
Crickets rhythmically chirping
A perfect serenade
A night just for lovers
For us it must be made
I thought I'd take a chance
On such a night like this
Holding your head in my hand
Those lips I'd finally kiss
One kiss turned to two
Another turned to three
Right by your side
That's where I'd always be
How many stars in the sky
This I'll never know
When they all stop shining
That's when I'll let you go
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 8:36 PM UTC
Sitting on the swing
The old boards begin to creek
I slowly lean over
And softly kiss your cheek
The fireflies so many
Their glow fills up the sky
I brush your hair back
And look you deeply in the eye
The silvery moonlight
Perfectly accents your face
Using two fingers
Softly I did trace
Crickets rhythmically chirping
A perfect serenade
A night just for lovers
For us it must be made
I thought I'd take a chance
On such a night like this
Holding your head in my hand
Those lips I'd finally kiss
One kiss turned to two
Another turned to three
Right by your side
That's where I'd always be
How many stars in the sky
This I'll never know
When they all stop shining
That's when I'll let you go
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