Lyrics: Linda Ronstadt. Hummin To Myself. I'll Be Seeing You.

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 through in that small cafe
The park across the way
The children's carousel
The chestnut tree, the wishing well

I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day
In everything 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