Often I think this sad old world is whistling in the dark

Just like a child who late from school

Walks 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

Often I think my poor old heart has given up for good

And then 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 whistling here in the dark with you