Midnight. Not a sound from the pavement. Has the moon lost her mem'ry? She is smiling alone. In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet and the wind beginns to moan. Mem'ry all alone in the moonlight I can smile at the old days, I was beautiful than. I remember the time I knew what happiness was. Let the mem'ry live again.

1. Ev'ry street lamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning. Someone mutters and a street lamp gutters and soon it will be morning. Daylight I must wait for the sunrise, I must think of a new life an I mustn't give in. When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too and a new day will begin.

2. Burnt out ends of smoky days the stale cold smell of morning. The street lamp dies another night is over, another day is dawning. Touch me. It's so easy to leave me. All alone with the mem'ry of my days in the sun. If you touch me you'll understand what happiness is. Look a new day has begun.