More songs by Michael Bublé
Description
A warm longing, like the smell of coffee from an old café where no one has waited for a long time, but still left a candle on the windowsill - in case someone they know suddenly drops by. There are no loud promises or trembling passion here, only the soft aftertaste of a presence that has already gone but still lingers. A smile in the sun's glare, a voice in the noise of the park, even the carousel of children's laughter - everything reminds you that the heart has its own memory, stubborn and kind. And maybe that's what eternity is - when you look at the moon and see someone who once looked at it with you.
Lyrics and translation
Original
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, mm, 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.
In that small cafe, the park across the way, and the children's carousel, the chestnut tree, the wishing well.
I'll be seeing you through every lovely summer's day.
In 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.
I'll be looking at the moon.
I'll be looking at the moon, but I'll be seeing you.