It begins to tell
at sometime, round midnight
I do pretty well
'til after sundown.
At supper time I'm feeling blue,
but I really miss you, round midnight.
Memories return
at sometime, round midnight
I have yet to learn
to stop those mem'ries.
When my heart is still with you,
and old midnight, knows it too.
Did it mean that our love, would be ending?
when some quarrel we've had, need a mending.
Darling, I need you, but lately I find,
You're out of my arms, out of my mind.
Let our love take wing
some midnight, round midnight,
and let the angels sing
that you're returning.
Let our love be safe and sound,
when old midnight, comes around…