On the day you leave me, it still will be spring
Roses will be blooming, and robins will sing
Subways will be running, doorbells will ring
And all in all, the sky won’t fall
The sun won’t suddenly grow colder
Without your arm around my shoulder

On the day you leave me, there still will be stars
Fog in San Francisco, rockets to Mars
Balconies and moonlight, Spanish guitars
But will they be any use to me
For I know after you’ve gone, somehow life will go on
How it will continue, I don’t have a clue
On the day I don’t have you

How it will continue, I don’t have a clue
On the day I don’t have you