Six Pence None The Richer
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Kiss me, out of the bearded barley, nightly, beside the green, green grass.
Swing, swing, swing, swing the spinning step, you wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.
Woah, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight, lead me out on the moonlit floor.
Lift your open hand, strike up the band to make the fireflies dance, silver moon sparkling
So kiss me, kiss me, down by the broken tree house
Swing me, upon its hanging tyre
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
hat we'll take the trail mark down your father's map whoa kiss me beneath the
milky twilight lead me out on the moonlit floor lift your open hand strike
up the band and make the fireflies dance till the moon's sparkling so kiss me
kiss me beneath the milky twilight lead me out on the moonlit floor lift your
open hand strike up the band and make the fireflies dance silver moon sparkly
So kiss me, so kiss me, so kiss me, so kiss me, so kiss me