It begins to tell,

round midnight, midnight.

I do pretty well, till after sundown,

Suppertime Im feelin sad;

But it really gets bad,

round midnight.

Memories always start round midnight

Havent got the heart to stand those memories,

When my heart is still with you,

And ol midnight knows it, too.

When a quarrel we had needs mending,

Does it mean that our love is ending.

Darlin I need you, lately I find

Youre out of my heart,

And Im out of my mind.

Let our hearts take wings

round midnight, midnight

Let the angels sing,

For your returning.

Till our love is safe and sound.

And old [bad word] around.

Feelin sad,

Really gets bad