the night is young, the stars are soft,
and you are stiff in bed;
so come with me, come soft and young,
and play and sing instead.

the fields lie damp, covered in dew
and call for your bare feet;
so come with me, come lithe and bare,
and in the fields we'll meet.

on summer nights the moon shines here,
on copse and grove and stand;
so come with me, come swift and bright,
and let's explore the land.

the birds in nests, the rabbits holed,
won't wonder at our noise;
so come with me, come hushed and sweet,
to seek the secret joys.

the night is deep but won't betray
our feet along the way;
so come with me, come sound and whole,
to leave the hurts of day.