Helen Shapiro

Tiptoe to the window, by the window that is where I'll be.
Come, tiptoe through the tulips with me.
Tiptoe from your pillow to the shadow of a willow tree
and tiptoe through the tulips with me.

Knee deep in flowers we'll stray,
we'll keep the showers away
and if I kiss you in the garden, in the moonlight,
will you pardon me?
Come, tiptoe through the tulips to me.