Nights are long, since you went away
I think about you, all through the day, my buddy
My buddy (my buddy)
Nobody quite so true
Miss your voice, the touch of your hand,
Just long to know that you understand, my buddy
My buddy (my buddy)
Your buddy misses you
Your buddy misses you

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 tree, the wishing well
I'll be seeing you in every lovely summer's day
In everything that's bright and gay
I'll always think of you that way
I'll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is through
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you