Let's hold hands on the porch swing, under the pale white moon.
While the wind through the willow, plays us a tune.
We can lie on a blanket, while you play me your sweet melody on a guitar,
and wish for our future on a faraway star.
You will feel the passion time after time,
As you press your sweet lips onto mine.
Then we'll dance under the stars,
we'll dance under the moon,
to your oh so graceful tune.
I feel faint, from all this dancing.
You catch hold of me nervously glancing.
You hold me tight luring me by your many charms,
as I drift off to dream,
in your loving arms.
