There's a little light on at the end of Oak Street Where someone saw the moon and knew that she couldn't sleep, Because every night The moon is out, She cries. And in her restless nights of sleeping, She can hardly keep from weeping Her song. It's a sad, sad song; It's a mad, mad song About love And hope And pretty things that sing to her at night.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.