New York Voices

Cathedral bells were tolling
And our hearts sang on.
Was it the spell of past
Or the 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 carousel;
The chestnut trees;
The wishing well.
I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day;
In every thing 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 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 wishing, I'll be dreaming,)
I'll be seeing you.