| Kiss Me |
Sixpence None the Richer
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Kiss me, out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green green grass
Swing swing swing that spinning step
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress
Oh 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’s sparkling, so kiss me
Kiss me, down by the broken treehouse
Swing me up on its hanging tire
Bring bring bring your flowered hat
We’ll take the trail marked down your father’s map
Chorus
