"what are you doing New Year's Eve...?"

It begins to tell,
'round midnight, midnight...
I do pretty well
till after sundown
Suppertime I'm feelin' sad

But it really gets bad

'Round midnight.
Memories always start

'round midnight, round midnight..
Haven't got the heart
to stand those memories
When my heart is still
black and blue
And ol' midnight knows it, too....

Let our love take wings
some midnight, 'round midnight
Let the angels sing,
for your returning.
Let our love is safe and sound.
When old midnight comes around....