Your mama's in the dairy, your father's in the field,
The moon's rising slowly as round as a shield,
Come through the back door, there's no one to see,
'Tis a sweet summer evening for courtship with thee.

The dusk follows sunset with hush and with hum,
Now I'll tell you my secret to-night if you'll come.
Hidden and wondrous and dark though it be,
You shall know all if you'll hasten to me.

Wave me no signals and glance me no signs,
Evening is wasting and daylight declines.
'Tis not in laughter or love that I crave,
Hasten, remember the promise you gave.