| 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 begins to moan |
| Mem’ry |
| All alone in the moonlight |
| I can smile at the old days |
| Life was beautiful then |
| I remember |
| The time I knew what happiness was |
| Let the mem’ry live again |
| 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 |
| And I mustn’t give in When the dawn comes |
| Tonight will be a memory too |
| And a new life will begin |
| Burnt out ends of smokey 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 my mem’ry |
| Of my days in the sun |
| If you touch me You’ll understand what happiness is Look a new day has begun … |