Not a night goes by, I don't dream of wandering Through the home that might have been I listened to my pride when my heart cried out for you Now every day I wake again In a house that might have been a home, a home I mistook the warnings for wisdom From

Not a night goes by, I don't dream of wandering Through the home that might have been I listened to my pride when my heart cried out for you Now every day I wake again In a house that might have been a home, a home I mistook the warnings for wisdom From

I guess I'm just a lucky so and so And when the day is through Each night I hurry to A home where love waits, I know As I walk down the street Seems everyone I meet Gives me a friendly hello The birds in every tree Are all so neighborly They sing

Lover, one lovely day Love came, planning to stay Green Dolphin Street supplied the setting The setting for nights beyond forgetting And through these moments apart memories live in my heart When I recall the love I found on It seems like a dream, yet I

And when the night is new I'll be looking at the moon But I'll be seeing you I'll 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 children's carousel, the

Fascinating rhythm, Got a little rhythm, a rhythm, a rhythm That pit-a-pats through my brain; So darn persistent, The day isn't distant When it'll drive me insane. Comes in the morning Without any warning, And hangs around me all day.

Not a night goes by, I don't dream of wandering Through the home that might have been I listened to my pride when my heart cried out for you Now every day I wake again In a house that might have been a home, a home I mistook the warnings for wisdom From

Is on their feet Get a little crazy and forget what happens later We made it through the week Now we're headed to the street It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day Me too but there's nothing much about we can do

And here's to the dawn of their days. Sweet Sir Galahad Came in through the window In the night when The moon was in the yard. He took her hand in his And shook the long hair From his neck and he told her She'd been working much too hard.

When the day is through And they might come true Things never are As bad as they seem When you're feeling blue That's the thing to do Just watch the smoke rings