'Round midnight Let our love take wing some midnight Let the angels sing For your returning Let our love be safe and sound When old midnight comes around It begins to tell 'round midnight I do pretty well 'til after sundown Suppertime I'm feeling sad

So I look to the sky, tell me why, tell me why, Do they all get to live, and I have to die? And the angels sing "let it shine, let it shine" Dry the teardrops from my eyes. And the bells will ring when the blind lead the blind, 'Cause the dead can't