Whistling Away the Dark

Often I think this sad old world Is whistling in the dark Just like a child who, late from school Walks bravely home through the park To keep their spirits soaring And keep the night at bay Never quite knowing which way they are going They sing the shadows away Often I think my poor old heart Has given up for good And then I see a brand new face I glimpse some new neighbourhood So walk me back home, my darling Tell me dreams really come true Whistling, whistling here in the dark with you Often I think my poor old heart Has given up for good And then I see a brand new face I glimpse some new neighbourhood So walk me back home, my darling Tell me dreams really come true Whistling, whistling here in the dark with you"