Midnight, not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every streetlamp seems to beat
Someone mutters and the street lamp gutters
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory too
Burnt out ends of smokey days
The stale cold smell of morning
The street lamp dies, another night is over
If you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun
WRITERS
DENG YING YI, ANDREW LLOYD WEBBER, T. S. ELIOT, TREVOR NUNN