Текст Johnny Mathis – 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.

Often I think my poor old heart has given up for good.
And then I see a brand new face,
I glimpse some new neighborhood.

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 neighborhood.

So walk me back home, my darling, tell me dreams really come true.
Whistling whistling here in the dark with you.