are gently fading,
are slowly fading,
the birds are waiting to do their mating
when even tide is nigh.
Moonbeams are descending,
the day is ending, a happy ending,
the sun is sinking
below a western sky.
Every little breeze is sighing of love
undying at sundown.
Every little bird is rest ing
and feather nesting at sundown.
Each little rosebud is sleeping,
while shadows are creeping.
In a little cottage cozy,
the world seems rosy at sundown,
where a loving smile will meet me
and always greet me at sundown.
I seem to sigh, I'm in heaven.
When night is falling
and love is calling me,
lo, lo, lo, lo, lo, lo, lo, lo,
daydreams through fields of clover
will soon be over,
and happy hours with sunny flowers
will wait another day.
Sweet dreams have just begun,
the day is done, dear,
when skies grow dimmer,
the stars will glimmer
along a starless way.
Every little breeze is sighing of love
undying at sundown.
Every little bird is raft ing
and feather dancing at sundown,
at sundown.
Each little rosebud is sleeping,
while shadows are creeping.
In a little cottage cozy,
the world seems
so rosy at sundown,
where a loving smile will meet me
and al ways greet me at sundown.
I seem to sigh. I'm in heaven,
heaven,
when night is falling
and love is calling, calling,
calling, calling me home.