It begins to tell around midnight, around midnight.
I do pretty well till after sundown.
Suppertime, I'm feeling sad. But it
really gets bad around midnight.
Memories always start around midnight, around midnight.
Haven't got the heart to stand those memories,
when my heart is still with you, and old
midnight knows it too.
When some quarrel we had needs mending, does it
mean that our love is ending?
Darling, I need you, lately I find you're
out of my arms and I'm out of my mind.
Let our love take wing some midnight, around midnight.
Let the angels sing for your returning.
Let our love be safe and sound when old
midnight comes around.