Memory

Words & Music:

Andrew Lloyd Webber, Trevor Nunn & T. S. Eliot

 

C                              Am

Midnight, not a sound from the pavement.

                      F                       Em

Has the moon lost her memory, she is smiling alone.

       Dm7                              Am7

In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet

        G7             C

And the wind begins to moan.

 

Memory, all alone in the moonlight.

I can smile at the old days, I was beautiful then.

I remember the time I knew what happiness was.

Let the memory live again.

 

Em    Dm          Em       Dm     Em C  D    G

Every street lamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning.

Em      A7            DM7         G           Em7     A7      D

Someone mutters and a street lamp gutters and soon it will be morning.

 

Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise.

I must think of a new life and I mustn't give in.

When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory, too,

And a new day will begin.

 

Burnt out ends of smoky days, the stale cold smell of morning.

A street lamp dies, another night is over, another day is dawning.

 

Touch me, it's so easy to leave me,

All alone with the memory of my days in the sun.

If you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is.

Look a new day has begun.

 





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