Whistling Away the Dark - Abbey Lincoln

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 brave 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

Whistling, whistling here in the dark with you