Midnight, not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory
She is smiling alone, in the lamp light
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can dream of the old days
Life was beautiful then
I remember the time
I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every street lamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and the street laps butters and
Soon it will be morning