I stand at your gate and the song that I sing is of moonlight. I stand and I wait for the touch of your hand in the June night. The roses are sighing a Moonlight Serenade.The stars are aglow and tonight how their light sets me dreaming. My love, do you know that your eyes are like stars brightly beaming? I bring you and sing you a Moonlight Serenade.Let us stray till break of day in love's valley of dreams. Just you and I, a summer sky, a heavenly breeze kissing the trees.So don't let me wait, come to me tenderly in the June night. I stand at your gate and I sing you a song in the moonlight, a love song, my darling, a Moonlight Serenade.
Who's the lovin' daddy with the beautiful eyes What a pair o' lips, I'd like to try 'em for size I'll just tell him, "Baby, won't you swing it with me" Hope he tells me maybe, what a wing it will be So, I said politely "Darlin' may I intrude" He said "Don't keep me waitin' when I'm in the mood"First I held him lightly and we started to dance Then I held him tightly what a dreamy romance And I said "Hey, baby, it's a quarter to three There's a mess of moonlight, won't-cha share it with me" "Well" he answered "Baby, don't-cha know that it's rude To keep my two lips waitin' when they're in the mood"In the mood, that's what he told me In the mood, and when he told me In the mood, my heart was skippin' It didn't take me long to say "I'm in the mood now"In the mood for all his kissin' In the mood his crazy lovin' In the mood what I was missin' It didn't take me long to say "I'm in the mood now"So, I said politely "Darlin' may I intrude" He said "Don't keep me waitin' when I'm in the mood""Well" he answered "Baby, don't-cha know that it's rude To keep my two lips waitin' when they're in the mood"Who's the lovin' daddy with the beautiful eyes What a pair o' lips, I'd like to try 'em for size I'll just tell him, "Baby, won't you swing it with me" Hope he tells me maybe, what a wing it will be So, I said politely "Darlin' may I intrude" He said "Don't keep me waitin' when I'm in the mood"First I held him lightly and we started to dance Then I held him tightly what a dreamy romance And I said "Hey, baby, it's a quarter to three It's a mess of moonlight, won't-cha share it with me" "Well" he answered "Baby, don't-cha know that it's rude To keep my two lips waitin' when they're in the mood"
Dashing through the snow. in a one horse open sleigh. over field we go Laughing all the way. Bells on Bob-tail ring. Making spirit bright. What fun it is to rideand sing a sleighing song to night Jingle bells Jingle bells Jingle all the way. oh! What fun it is to ride ina One horse open sleigh!