RIO NIGHTS
(Elmer Vincent / Fisher Thompson,   1920)


When night has fallen down in dear old Rio,
Down in dreamy old Brazil; 
The stars begin to shine, and one that I call mine, 
Just waits for me, 
I know she loves me still. 
The fleecy clouds like mantles hide the hilltops, 
There beside the southern sea; 
At this bewitching hour, beneath an old rose bower, 
Somebody there is lonesome just for me. 
Rio nights are full of silent splendor,
When the tropic moon is in the sky, 
I keep growing fonder, 
Every time I wander, 
With a maid who is so sweet and shy, 
Romantic Rio weaves a spell around you; 
Golden hours we spent so bright and gay,
You just want to spoon, 
Parting comes too soon; 
When you linger down that Rio way. 
When night has fallen down in dear old Rio, 
Down in dreamy old Brazil; 
The one I call my own, 
Is now no more alone, 
I sit beside her there when all is still. 
The fleecy clouds like mantles hide the moonlight 
Out beyond the harbor lights;
But at this wooing hour, we sit beneath our bower, 
United once again on Rio nights.


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RIO NIGHTS

The Blue Diamonds (The Netherlands)


Rio nights are full of silent splendour
Down in dreamy old Brazil
Stars begin to shine, and one that I call mine
Just waits for me, I know she loves me still

The fleecy clouds like mantles hide the hilltops
There beside the Southern sea
At this bewitching hour, beneath an old rose bower, 
Somebody there is lonesome just for me

Rio nights are full of silent splendour
Down in dreamy old Brazil
Stars begin to shine, and one that I call mine
Just waits for me, I know she loves me still

The fleecy clouds like mantles hide the hilltops
There beside the Southern sea
At this bewitching hour, beneath an old rose bower, 
Somebody there is lonesome just for me
Somebody there is lonesome just for me