| Leave night , | |
| 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 drink 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 lamp sputters | |
| and Soon it will be morning | |
| Daylight | |
| I must wait for the sunrise | |
| I must think of a new life | |
| and I mustn't give in | |
| When the dawn comes | |
| Tonight will be a memory too | |
| And a new day will begin | |
| Burnt out ends of smoky days | |
| The stale court smell of morning | |
| A street lamp dies | |
| Another night is over | |
| Another day is dawning | |
| Touch me, | |
| It is so easy to leave me | |
| All alone with the memory | |
| Of my days in the sun | |
| If you'll touch me, | |
| You'll understand what happiness is Look, | |
| a new day has begun... |