A 1929 popular song.
Words by Edith Mac Donald Graham.
Music by Leon Abbott Hoffmeister.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
I’ll play a tune on a wee fiddle moon
Creepin’ up the evening’ sky
A round little tune that’ll end too soon
Floating’ up the evenin’ sky
Then sway you low and sway you high
A creepin’ up the evening’ sky
I’ll find a bow where lush rushes grow
Down by the river’s singing
A lithe little bow that’ll sweep to and fro
where thistle downs are clinging
Oh, sweep you high, an’ sweep you low
Creepin’ up the evenin’ sky
I’ll pick a note from a mockin’ bird’s throat
Close where the aspens shiver
Some sweet little note that’ll flutter and float
Up where the moonbeams quiver
Oh, sing you every note, every little note
Creepin’ up the evenin’ sky