At Sundown

Every little breeze is sighing of love undying at sundown,

Every little bird is resting and feather nesting at sundown.

Each little rosebud is sleeping, while shadows are creeping,

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 heaven,

When night is falling and love is calling me home.