I'll be seeing you. In all the old familiar places. That this heart of mine embraces. All day through. . In that small cafe. The park across the way. The children's carousel.
I'll be seeing you. In all the old familiar places. That this heart of mine. Embraces all day through. . In that small cafe. The park across the way. The children's carousel.
I'll be seeing you. In all the old familiar places. That this heart of mine embraces. All day through. . In that small cafe. The park across the way. The children's carousel.
I'll be seeing you. in all the old familiar places. that this heart of mind embrases. all day through. In that small cafe. the park across the way. the children's carousel.
Cathedral bells were tolling. And our hearts sang on. Was it the spell of Paris. Or the April dawn?. . Who knows. If we shall make it?. But when the morning.
I'll be seeing you,. In all the old familiar places. That this heart of mine embraces,. All day through.. . In that small cafe,. The park across the way,.
I'll be seeing you. In all the old familiar places. That this heart of mine embraces. All day through. . In that small cafe. The park across the way. Children's carousel.
I'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places. That this heart of mine embraces all day through. In that small cafe, the park across the way. The children's carousel,.
Cathedral bells were tolling. And our hearts sang on. Was it the spell of Paris. Or the April dawn. Who knows if we shall meet again. But when the morning chimes ring sweet again.
I'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places. That this heart of mine embraces all day through. In that small cafe, the park across the way. The children's carousel, the chestnut trees, the wishing well.
And I'll be seeing you, in all the old, familiar places,. That this heart of mine embraces, all day through,. And in that small cafe, the park along the way,.
I'll be seeing you. In all the old familiar places. That this heart of mine embraces. All day through. . In that small cafe. The park across the way. The children's carousel.
Cathedral bells were tolling and our hearts sang on. Oh, was it the spell of Paris or the April dawn?. Who knows, if we shall meet again?. But when the morning chimes ring sweet again.