ITīS DARK ON OBSERVATORY HILL

Itís dark on Observatory Hill

Come on, letís pretend weíre Jack and Jill

Weíll stroll to the hilltop where college sweethearts go

And look at the lights on the campus down below

Weíll learn what astronomy is for

Weíll learn what the stars can have in store

Weíll know in advance, the moon may mean romance

When itís dark on Observatory Hill.

And, Iíd like to recite you a poem that I wrote

It tells why I think youíre wonderful

Itís wonderful!

It tells of a bar where you can hear a sweet guitar

While voices are harmonized.

We donít have to know arithmetic

To figure why you and I would click

My heart tells me this

Your lips were meant to kiss

When itís dark on Observatory Hill.

Itís dark on Observatory Hill

Come on, letís pretend weíre Jack and Jill.

My heart tells me this

Your lips were meant to kiss

When itís dark on Observatory Hill.

Itís dark on Observatory Hill.

Itís dark on Observatory Hill.