Rio nights : the dreamiest of dreamy waltzes / words and music by Elmer Vincent and Fisher Thompson

When night has fallen down in dear old Rio,/Down in dreamy old Brazil/The stars begin to shine, and one that I call mine,/Just waits for me,/I know she loves me still./The fleecy clouds like mantles hide the hilltops,/There beside the southern sea

/At this bewitching hour/Beneath an old rose bower,/Somebody there is lonesome just for me./Rio nights are full of silent splendor,/When the tropic moon is in the sky/I keep growing fonder,/Ev’ry time I wander,/With a maid who is so sweet and shy,/Romantic Rio weaves a spell around you

/Golden hours we spent so bright and gay,/You just want to spoon,/Parting comes too soon,/When you linger down that Rio way/When night has fallen down in dear old Rio,/Down in dreamy old Brazil

/The one I call my own,/Is now no more alone, I sit beside her there when all is still/The fleecy clouds like mantles hide the moonlight/Out beyond the harbor lights

/But at this wooing hour,/We sit beneath our bower,/United once again on Rio nights.