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; And 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 new; I'll be looking at the moon; But I'll be seeing 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; And 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 new; I'll be looking at the moon; But I'll be seeing you.
