Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begings to moan
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and a street lamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
A street lamp dies another night is over
You’ll understand what happiness is