In the sweet churchyard at midnight
Sweet Polly and me
Moonlight casting on the gravestones
Silvering the creaking tree
Drunk only on our laughter
Singing songs we know
Stars glinting in her hazel eyes
Giving them a secret glow
She gives me a false request
Wondering how willing I am
Though it’s a joke I tell her
I’ll do anything if I can
Though her lips are closed they’re calling
In her glowing eyes I’m falling
I give in to her secret wish
On her petal lips I plant a kiss
Kissing in the churchyard at midnight
Sweet Polly and me
Moon lighting our secret scene
Where else would I be?
In the sweet arms at midnight
Of the demon who hurt me
I’d rather be kissing Polly
Under the silvered tree
