Cut the drop bells what's rolling
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
Rings sweet again
Cut the drop bells what's rolling
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
Rings 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
I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day
In everything 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
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
I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day
In everything 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
