Ill Be Seeing You - Frank Sinatra

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;

And 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.