Down in the lazy west rides the moon,
Warm as a night in June.
Stars shimmering, soft in a bed of blue,
While I am calling and calling you.
Sweetly you are dreaming
As the dawn comes slowly streaming.
Making love in your bower,
Brief our trysting hour.
Dear one, the world is waiting for the sunrise,
Every rose is heavy with dew,
The thrush on high his sleepy mate is calling,
And my heart is calling you.
Dear one, the world is waiting for the sunrise,
And my heart is calling you.