Often I think

This sad old world

Is whistling in the dark

Just like a child

Late from school

Goes bravely home

Through the park

To keep their spirits soaring

And keep the night at bay

Neither quite knowing

Which way they are going

They sing the shadows away

And when I think

My sweet old heart

Should give up for good

That's when 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

Whistling Away The Dark - Abbey Lincoln