Memory Shirley Bassey

Midnight. Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
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 was beatiful then

I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every street lamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning

Someone mutters and a street lamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
Daylight. I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life

And I mustn't give in
When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days

The stale, cold smell of morning
The street lamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me. It's so easy to leave me