I'll Be Seeing You

Cathedral bells were tolling

And our heart sang on.

Was it the spell of Paris,

Or that 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 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 new.

I'll be looking at the moon,

But I'll be seeing you.