I recall the mad delight of a lovely dance
And a strolling through the night trembling with romance
There he told me of my charms, how could I resist
Suddenly within his arms I was held and kissed.
Oh that kiss in the dark was, to him, just a lark
But to me was a thrill supreme.
Just a kiss in the dark, but it kindled the spark
The awaking of love's young dream.
Just a kiss in the dark, but it kindled the spark
The awaking of love's young dream.
