To keep their spirits soaring and keep the night at bay.
Neither quite knowing which way they are going, they sing
The shadows away,
Often I think my poor old heart has given up for good.
And then I see a brand new face, I glimpse some new
Neighborhood.
So walk me back home, my darling, tell me dreams really come true.
Whistling whistling here in the dark with you.
Often I think my poor old heart has given up for good.
And then I see a brand new face, I glimpse some new
Neighborhood.
So walk me back home, my darling, tell me dreams really come true.
Whistling whistling here in the dark with you.