| <Frank Sinatra> page <The Capitol Years (1954-1962, CD 9 - Where Are You?)> album page |
The Night We Called It A DayThere was a moon out in spaceBut a cloud drifted over its face You kissed me and went on your way The night we called it a day I heard the song of the spheres Like a minor lament in my ears I hadn't the heart left to pray The night we called it a day Soft through the dark The hoot of an owl in the sky Sad though his song No bluer was he than I The moon went down stars were gone But the sun didn't rise with the dawn There wasn't a thing left to say The night we called it a day There wasn't a thing left to say The night we called it a day |