Bing Crosby At Sundown
Every little breeze is sighing of love undying at
sundown,
Every little bird is resting and feather nesting at
sundown.
Each lit - tle rose - bud is sleep - ing,
While sha - dows are creep - ing,
In a little cottage cozy the world seems rosy at sundown
Where a loving smile will greet me and always meet me at
sundown.
I seem to sigh, I'm in heav - en,
When night is fall - ing and love is call - ing me home.