It was a strange dawn, that Sunday morning
Another sleepless night
The wind stole the autumn leaves
In the cold, October light
A soft rain was falling
The sun behind the clouds
It was a strange dawn, a grey dawn
A silver, misty shroud
It was a strange dawn and no rest
Old days flying round
Good old days, crazy days
In this singing town
Take me to the madhouse
Where songs would rise and soar
The old songs and the new songs
Till he could sing no more
It was a strange dawn, that Sunday morning
Another sleepless night
The wind stole the autumn leaves
In the cold, October light
"Who will walk with thee?"
And "Who'll be by thy side?"
An old song remembered
An old song that died
It was a strange dawn that Sunday morning
Nothing I could say
A weary sun escaped the clouds
Another sleepless night
The wind stole the autumn leaves
In the cold, October light
A soft rain was falling
The sun behind the clouds
It was a strange dawn, a grey dawn
A silver, misty shroud
It was a strange dawn and no rest
Old days flying round
Good old days, crazy days
In this singing town
Take me to the madhouse
Where songs would rise and soar
The old songs and the new songs
Till he could sing no more
It was a strange dawn, that Sunday morning
Another sleepless night
The wind stole the autumn leaves
In the cold, October light
"Who will walk with thee?"
And "Who'll be by thy side?"
An old song remembered
An old song that died
It was a strange dawn that Sunday morning
Nothing I could say
A weary sun escaped the clouds