Whistling Away The Dark （Version ）-Monica Mancini
Often I think this sad old world is whistling in the dark
Just like a child who late from school
Walks bravely home through the park
To keep their spirits soaring and keep the night at bay
Neither quite knowing which way they are going
They sing the shadows away
Often I think my poor old heart has given up for good
And then I see a brand new face
I glimpse some new neighborhood
So walk me back home my darling
Tell me dreams really come true
Whistling whistling here in the dark with you
Whistling whistling here in the dark with you