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.