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,
in everything that's light and gay.
I'll always think of you that way.
I'll find you in the morning sun when the night is new.
I'll be looking at the moon,
but I'll be seeing you.