Nightingales And Starlings Poem by Mark Heathcote

Let's kiss and hold hands, my darling.
There's no sense in alarming our parents.
Not while we're still only just courting.

When we're older, I'll buy you diamonds.
But for now, let's hold hands, my darling.
And listen to the nightingales and starlings.

There's no sense in alarming anyone.
We don't want or need any deterrents.
At least—not when we've only just started dating.

Darling, let's swing on the porch till the morning.
Let's kiss and hold hands, my darling.
And listen to the nightingales and the starlings.

There's no sense in alarming our parents.
Not while we're still only just courting.
Oh, listen, darling, all the crickets have fallen dormant.

Oh, listen to the barn owl cooing.
I guess it isn't yet quite morning.
Oh, darling, listen to the nightingales and the starlings.