Written by Thisbe Vos

In the evening glory
There is somewhat of a story
To be told about those cold, cold winter days
There's a funny feeling
And the world seems slightly reeling
When you step out in that foggy winter haze

Difficult to pin it down
As it often creeps around
To get you in its many many ways
Let me further only tell you then
That it often happens when

Candles are shining
Couples are dining
Pianos are swinging
And Ella is singing
Have you ever seen those magic things
That happen when the doorbell rings
And moonlight has hit the town

(Instrumental Solo)

Candles are shining
Couples are dining
Pianos are swinging
And Ella is singing
Have you ever seen those magic things
That happen when the doorbell rings
And moonlight has hit the town
And moonlight, moonlight
And moonlight has hit the town