Memory sing and play along

Midnight, not a sound from the pavement,

has the moon lost her mem'ry?

She is smiling alone.

In the lamp light the withered leaves collect at my feet,

and the wind 'ry,

begins to moan.

Mem'ry, all alone in the moonlight.

I can smile at the old days;

I was beautiful then.

I remember the time I knew what happiness was;

let the wind 'ry,

be live a - moan.

- gain. Ev'ry street lamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning.

Someone mutters and a street lamp gutters,

and soon it will be morning.