C Em There's a little light on at the end of Oak Street C Em Where someone saw the moon and knew that she couldn't sleep, F Because every night Fm The moon is out, C G C She cries. C And in her restless nights of sleeping, F She can hardly keep from weeping C G C Her song. F G C It's a sad, sad song; Em G C It's a mad, mad song G About love G And hope G7 C F G C And pretty things that sing to her at night.