Cathedral bells were tolling
And our hearts sang on,
Was it the spell of paris
Or the april dawn?
Who knows, if we shall meet again?
But when the morning chimes ring sweet again:

Ill 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 childrens carousel,
The chestnut trees,
The wishing well.
Ill be seeing you in every lovely summers day,
In everything thats light and gay,
Ill always think of you that way
Ill find you in the morning sun,
And when the night is new,
Ill be looking at the moon
But Ill be seeing you.