Whistling Away the Dark Songtext
von Henry Mancini

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
Neither quite knowing which way they are going
They sing the shadows away


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
So walk me back home, my darling
Tell me dreams really come true
Whistling, whistling
Here in the dark with you