I want you when the shades of eve are falling
And purpling shadows drift across the land;
When sleepy birds to loving mates are calling -
I want the soothing softness of your hand.

I want you when in dreams I still remember
The ling'ring of your kiss - for old times' sake -
With all your gentle ways, so sweetly tender,
I want you in the morning when I wake.

I want you when my soul is thrilled with passion;
I want you when I'm weary and depressed;
I want you when in lazy slumberous fashion
My senses need the heaven of your breast.

I want you, dear, through every changing season;
I want you with a tear or with a smile;
I want you more than any rhyme or reason -
I want you, want you, want you - all the while.