Frank Sinatra – Night We Called It a Day, The

There was a moon out in space

But 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

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