| Rio nights are full of silent splendour |
| Down in dreamy old Brazil |
| 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 splendour |
| Down in dreamy old Brazil |
| 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 |
| Somebody there is lonesome just for me |