And 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 accross the way,
The children's carousel,
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 young,
I'll be looking at the moon,
But I'll be seeing you.