| Shades of night are creeping
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| Willow trees are weeping
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| Old folks and babies are sleeping
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| Silver stars are gleaming
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| All alone I’m scheming
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| Scheming to get you out here, my dear
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| Come tip toe through the window
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| Where the window is where I will be
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| Tip toe through the tulips with me
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| Tip toe from your pillow
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| To the shadow of a willow tree
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| And tip toe through the tulips with me
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| Knee deep in flowers, we’ll stray
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| We’ll keep the showers away
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| And if I kiss you in the garden
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| In the moonlight will you pardon me?
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| Come tip toe through the tulips with me
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| Tip toe through the window
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| By the window is where I will be
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| Come tip toe through the tulips with me
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| Tip toe from your pillow
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| To the shadow of a willow tree
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| And tip toe through the tulips with me
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| Just me dear, in flowers, we’ll stray
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| And we’ll keep the April showers away
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| And if I kiss you in the garden
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| In the moonlight, will you pardon me
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| Come tip toe through the tulips with me
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| Tip, tip through the tulips with me, that’s all |