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'T is 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 achime -- / 'T is 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 sweetest are 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!