in a window of a cafe
while wine is pouring
lonesome no I'm not feeling blue
just a remembering mood

while in remembering mood
while time is bending
a piano plays a curtain sways into
another remembering mood

on a vine rose flowering
a melody well worn often a prelude
to remembering

from within out of the past
days by gone returning
a dalliance a light romance or two
all part of remembering mood

candle wick within a flame
moon in a window window turns into
a picture frame

all the sidewalks all the cafes
whereto once went a-walking
the way it was does not matter to
remembering mood