Shades of night are creeping

Willow trees are weeping

Old folks and babies are sleeping

Silver stars are gleaming

All alone I'm scheming, scheming

To get you out here, my dear

Come tiptoe to the window, by the window

That is where I'll be

Come tiptoe through the tulips with me

Tiptoe from your pillow

To the shadow of a willow tree

And tiptoe through the tulips with me

Knee deep in flowers we'll stray

We'll keep the showers away

And if I kiss you in the garden, in the moonlight

Will you pardon me?

Come tiptoe through the tulips with me