I'll Be Seeing You

Cathedral bells were tolling
And our heart sang on.
Was it the spell of Paris,
Or that April dawn?

Who knows if we shall meet again,
But when the morning chimes ring 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 carrousel...
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.