Where is the Land of Kisses, br Can you tell, tell, tell? br Ah, yes; I know its blisses br Very well! br 'Tis not beneath the swinging br Of the Jessamine, br Where gossip-birds sit singing br In the vine! br br Where is the Land of Kisses, br Do you know, know, know? br Is it such a land as this is? br No, truly no! br Nor is it 'neath the Myrtle, br Where each butterfly br Can brush your lady's kirtle, br Flitting by! br br Where is the Land of Kisses, br Can you say, say, say? br Yes; there a red lip presses br Mine ev'ry day! br But 'tis not where the Pansies br Open purple eyes, br And gossip all their fancies br To the skies! br br I know the Land of Kisses br Passing well, well, well; br Who seeks it often misses-- br Let me tell. br Fly, lover, like a swallow, br Where your lady goes; br You'll find it if you follow, br 'Neath the Rose.