Sitting in the cosy parlor 
When the nights are long, 
While the cricket 'neath the window 
Sings his dainty song: 

With the one we love beside us 
And no eyes to mark,  
Oh how gaily glide the hours 
Kissing in the dark. 

Softly then the vows we murmur 
Fall upon the air, 
Little hands in ours are folded, 
Gently nestling there. 

Not a sweeter note of music 
Sings the morning lark, 
Than is heard when lips are meeting 
Kissing in the dark. 

Surely then we grow much bolder 
For we know this well, 
That we whisper 'neath the shadows 
All love bids us tell. 

Let us bless the golden hours 
With no eyes to mark, 
That we pass among the maidens 
Kissing in the dark!