| midnight | |
| not a sound from the pavement | |
| has the moon lost her memory | |
| she is smiling alone | |
| in the lamplight | |
| the withered leaves collect at my feet | |
| and the wind begins to moan | |
| memory! all alone in the moonlight | |
| i can smile at the old days | |
| i 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 lamp sputters | |
| soon it will be morning | |
| burn out ends smoky days | |
| the stale cold smell of morning | |
| a street lamp dies | |
| another night is over | |
| another day is dawning | |
| daylight! i must wait for the sunrise | |
| i must think of new life | |
| and i mustn't give in | |
| when the dawn comes tonight will | |
| a memory too | |
| and a new day will begin | |
| sunlight through the trees in summer | |
| and next morn is waiting | |
| like a flower as the dawning's breaking | |
| the memory's fading | |
| touch me! it's so easy to leave me | |
| all alone with the memory | |
| of my days in the sun | |
| if you touch me | |
| you'll understand what happiness | |
| look a new day has begun! |