I'll Be Seeing You
On my short list for the most beautiful song ever written:
The orchestra was playing while we sang along.
Was it the luscious evening or the lovely song?
Who knows if we shall meet again...but when the morning air is sweet again:
I'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places that this heart of mine embraces all day through.
In the small café...the park across the way...the children's carousel...the chestnut tree...the wishing well.
I'll be seeing you in every lovely summer's day...in every thing that's bright & gay...I'll always think of you that way.
I'll find you in the morning sun and when the night is new:
I'll be looking at the moon, but I'll be seeing you.