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 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,.