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

(C) Thompson; Vincent