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 the willow tree and tiptoe through the tulips with me. Shh, quiet baby, knee deep, in flowers we'll stray, we'll keep all the naughty showers away. And if I kiss you in the garden, in the moonlight, will you pardon me? Come on, tiptoe through the tulips with me. Oh, pretty please, shh, quiet baby. And if I kiss you in the garden, in the moonlight, I know you'll pardon me. Come on, tiptoe through the tulips with me. Oh, those crazy tulips. Come on, honey. Come on, honey, with me.