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 To start another day