Looking At The Moon

While I am developing a roll of film in my kitchen I often ask Alexa to play the songs of Billie Holiday. One of my favorites is I'll Be Seeing You.  I always think of my mother as I listen to the song and wonder if, for a time,  it was one of her favorites as well.
    The song was first published in 1938.  Billie Holiday recorded it in 1944.  That was the year my father died in his Sherman tank on a snowy road in Belgium.

 

I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day through.

In that small cafe;
The park across the way;
The children's carousel;
The chestnut trees;
The wishin' well.

I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day;
In every thing that's light and gay.
I'll always think of you that way.

I'll find you
In the morning sun
And when the night is new.
I'll be looking at the moon,
But I'll be seeing you.

I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day;
In every thing that's light and gay.
I'll always think of you that way.

I'll find you
In the morning sun
And when the night is new.
I'll be looking at the moon,
But I'll be seeing you.