A moment after dark around the park
an old-fashion gent comes parading
Dressed in funny clothes but singing as he goes
the lamplighter's serenade.

The old boy loves to talk
with couples on the walk
But when it's half after love time
He reaches for his stick
and from his bag of tricks
he lights every star in the sky.
And if a lady or a beau should answer:"No",
he sprinkles their hearts with his magic
Then he steals away
to sing another day,
the lamplighter's serenade