Titel: "When It's Night Time Down in Dixieland"                

Komponist: Irving Berlin

Texter: Irving Berlin

Verlag: Waterson, Berlin & Snyder Co., New York

Erscheinungsjahr: 1914

Druckerei: Keine Angabe

Graphiker: Barbelle

Sammlungsnummer: 7649




Talk about your arabian nights

I must admit they're grand

But if you long for wonderful night

Come down to Dixieland

That's the dearest place of all

Listening to the crickets call

When the evening shadows fall

Down in Dixieland.



Nighttime down in Dixieland,

Darkies strolling hand in hand

Southern melodies,

Floating on the breeze

Let me tell you, it's grand

For when you hear darkies harmonize

Tear of gladness fill your eyes

Baritones and Bases,

Lounging round the places,

Dixieland embraces the hapiest of races,

All you see smiling faces

When it's night time in Dixieland.


Through the air float the wonderful tunes

Of mister whippoorwill

On the ground dance the bowlegged coons,

They simply can't keep still

Vet'rans of the civil war

Telling stories by the score

How they fought in sixty four

Down in Dixieland.