The Night We Called It a Day

Frank Sinatra

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    There was a Moon out in space
    But a cloud drifted over its face
    You kissed me and went on your way
    The night we called it a day
    I heard the song of the spheres
    Like a minor lament in my ears
    I hadn't the heart left to pray
    The night we called it a day
    Soft through the dark
    The hoot of an owl in the sky
    Sad though his song
    No bluer was he than I
    The Moon went down stars were gone
    But the Sun didn't rise with the dawn
    There wasn't a thing left to say
    The night we called it a day
    There wasn't a thing left to say
    The night we called it a day

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    Composition: Matt Dennis and Tom Adair

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