Tiptoe Through the Tulips

by Al Dubin

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 through the window
By the window 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