Jimmy Kennedy
Georges Boulanger

When the twilight is gone and no songbirds are singing
When the twilight is gone [bad word] into my heart
And here in my heart you will stay while I pray 

My prayer is to linger with you
At the end of the day in a dream that's divine
My prayer is a rapture in bloom
With the world far away and your lips close to mine

Tonight while our hearts are aglow
Oh tell me the words that I'm longing to know

My prayer and the answer you give
May they still be the same for as long as we live
That you'll always be there at the end of my prayer

1956