It's dark on observatory hill;
Come on, let's pretend we're Jack and Jill.
We'll stroll to the hilltop where college sweethearts go
And look at the lights on the campus down below.
We'll learn what astronomy is for,
We'll learn what the stars can have in store;
We'll know in advance the moon may mean romance
When it's dark on observatory hill.
And I'd like to recite you a poem that I wrote;
It tells why I think you're wonderful.
Then from afar we can hear a sweet guitar
While voices are harmonizing.
We don't have to know arithmatic
To figure why you and I would click;
My heart tells me this: your lips were meant to kiss
When it's dark on observatory hill.