At Sundown
Bing Crosby · Other Songs - Bing Crosby
And birds are waiting to do their mating,
When eventide is nigh, moonbeams are descending,
The day is ending, a happy ending,
The sun is sinking below the western sky.
Every little breeze is sighing of love at sundown,
Every little bird is resting and feather nesting at sundown.
Each little rosebud is sleeping, while shadows are creeping,
In a little cottage cozy the world seems rosy at sundown
Where a loving smile will greet me and always meet me at sundown.
I seem to sigh, I'm in heaven,
When night is falling and love is calling me home.
Daydreams through fields of clover, will soon be over,
And happy hours 'mid sunny flowers will wait another day,
Sweet dreams have just begun, dear, the day is done, dear,
When skies grow dimmer,
And stars will glimmer along the starlit way.
Every little breeze is sighing of love at sundown,
Every little bird is resting and feather nesting at sundown.
Each little rosebud is sleeping, while shadows are creeping,
In a little cottage cozy the world seems rosy at sundown
Where a loving smile will greet me and always meet me at sundown.
I seem to sigh, I'm in heaven,
When night is falling and love is calling me home.
At Sundown
Bing Crosby's "At Sundown" stands as a quintessential example of his mastery in the easy-listening and vocal pop genres of the mid-20th century. The recording showcases Crosby's signature warm, baritone delivery, characterized by a gentle, conversational tone that invites listeners into an intimate, reflective atmosphere. As a staple of his discography, the track exemplifies the era's preference for soft, melodic ballads designed for background listening and relaxation. Its enduring appeal lies in its simplicity and emotional resonance, capturing the quiet moments of evening that defined Crosby's public persona. The song remains a cherished part of his catalog, illustrating his ability to craft timeless recordings that transcend specific trends while maintaining a consistent, soothing musical identity.