And I'll be seeing you, in all the old, familiar places,
That this heart of mine embraces, all day through,
And in that small cafe, the park along the way,
The children's carousel, the chestnut trees and the wishing well,
And I'll be seeing you, in every love me summer's day,
In everything that's light and gay, I'll always think of you that way,
And 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.