Probably not the right song, but what the heck.

From the sheet music at The Archive of Popular Music at UCLA:


WHEN THE MOON COMES PEEPING O'ER THE HILL
Words, Bob Cole. Music, Rosamond Johnson.
New York: Jos. W. Stern & Co. 1902

1. The turtle doves a-cooing,
The gentle breeze a-blowing,
At the close of day;
The golden sun is sinking,
The shades of night a-falling,
Daylight steals away.
Just the time to love and spoon,
And so I gets my heart in tune,
'Cause my lady said she'd meet me,
At the risin' of the moon.

CHORUS: So Honey; I will be waitin',
When the moon comes a-peepin' o'er the hill.
Honey, I will be watchin',
At the old trystin' place by the mill,
Honey! I will be hopin'
And my poor heart with gladness you will fill,
Honey, If you will meet me,
When the moon comes a-peepin' o'er the hill.

2. If all the owls am hooting,
And all the bullfrogs grumbling,
Makin' night feel queer,
You must not let it scare you,
For I'll be there to meet you.
Honey, have no fear.
'Way off yonder far away,
A-shining jes' as bright as day,
Mister Moon will be a-watching,
Honey, jes' to light the way.