I'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine enbraces 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 ev'ry lovely summer's day,
In ev'rything 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 new,
I'll be looking at the moon, but I'll be see-ing 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 see-ing you.