When
the sun goes down, when the sun goes down,
it's a melody for singing through the night.
When the sun goes down,
when the sun goes down,
it's a melody for walking through the night.
And the spindle of pick and the clover disappear,
when we are together,
when we are alone.
Oh my darling,
I'll do anything you say you want,
I'm so very happy that you're mine.
When the sun goes down,
when the sun goes down,
it's a melody for playing through the night.
When the sun goes down, when the sun goes down,
it's a melody for walking through the night.
And the spindle of pick and the clover disappear,
when we are together,
when we are alone.
Oh my darling,
I'll do anything you say you want,
I'm so very happy that you're mine.
Hippie aye,
hippie aye-o,
hippie hippie aye-aye-o.
Hippie aye, hippie aye-o,
hippie hippie aye-aye-o.