When the sun goes down
Behind the round mountain
It gets so dark and still
I can barely contain myself
I don't think I will

I can hear deer rustle
Through the forest
I hear the nightbird trill
I can barely contain myself
I don't think I will

Come sit out on the porch with me
We'll watch the night grow deep
Put your hand down on my knee
And smile and say let's go to sleep
And we'll go, and lie in bed and kiss
Drink from Love til we 've had our fill
I will not contain myself
No, I don't think I will