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...
Sweet, again...
I'll be seeing you
In all the
Old familiar places
That this heart
Of mine embraces
All day thru...
In that small cafe
The park across
The way
The children's
Carousel
The chestnut tree
The wishing well...
I'll be seeing you
In ev'ry lovely
Summer's day
In ev'rything that's
Light and 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...