Chapter 5
Kissing time. Tis when the lark goes soaring, and the bee is at the bud, When lightly dancing zephyrs Sing over field and flood When all sweet things in nature Seem joyfully a chime
Tis then I wake my darling For it is kissing time Go pretty lark a-soaring And suck your sweets, O bee Sing, O ye winds of summer
Your songs to mine and me For with your song and rapture Cometh the moment when It's half past kissing time And time to kiss again
So-so the days go fleeting, Like golden fancies free, And every day that cometh Is full of sweets for me, And sweet as start those moments
My darling comes to climb, Into my lap to mind me, That it is kissing time. Sometimes maybe he wanders, A heedless aimless way,
Sometimes maybe he loiters, In pretty prattling play, But presently bethinks him, And hastens to me then, for it's half-past kissing time and time to kiss again end of kissing time
