作曲 : Mancini, Mercer Often I think this sad, old world Is whistling in the dark Just like a child, who, late from school Walks bravely home through the park To keep their spirits soaring And keep the night at bay Neither quite knowing which way they are going They sing the shadows away Often I think my poor, old heart Has given up for good And then I see a brave new face I glimpse some new neighborhood So walk me back home, my darling Tell me dreams really come true Whistling, whistling, here in the dark with you Whistling, whistling, here in the dark with you
作曲 : Mancini, Mercer Often I think this sad, old world Is whistling in the dark Just like a child, who, late from school Walks bravely home through the park To keep their spirits soaring And keep the night at bay Neither quite knowing which way they are going They sing the shadows away Often I think my poor, old heart Has given up for good And then I see a brave new face I glimpse some new neighborhood So walk me back home, my darling Tell me dreams really come true Whistling, whistling, here in the dark with you Whistling, whistling, here in the dark with you
