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...

I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day thru:

In that small café,
The park across the way,
The children's carousel,
The chestnut trees
The wishing well.

I'll be seeing you
In ev'ry lovely summer's day,
In ev'rything that's light and gay,
I'll always think of you that way
I'll find you in the morning sun;
And when the night is new,
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you!