Midnight, not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory
She is smiling alone.
In the lamplight the whithered
leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan.
Every street lamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and the street lamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
Touch me !
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with my memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has began