“Kiss me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass…
Swing, swing, swing the 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…”
(Sixpence None the Richer “Kiss me”)