In the night, there are sights to be seen,
stars like jewels on the crown of a queen
But the only sight I wanna view
is that wonderful picture of you.
On a streetcar, or in the café,
all of the evening, and most of the day,
my mind is in a maze -- what can I do?
I still see that picture of you.
It was last Summer, I fell in love
My heart told me what to do
I saw you there on the crest of a hill
And I took a little picture of you.
Then you were gone, like a dream in the night
With you went my heart, my love and my life
I didn't know your name -- what could I do?
I only had a picture of you.
dal $egno al fine
|: Oh yeah, that wonderful picture of you
I'm left with a picture of you :|