Night-time should bring on the day
But hopes for the dawning seem to be dying for us
Scattered here, scattered there
Little lost boys,little lost girls
On every highway,on every byway of dreams
Singing streets and laughing streets
Little lost boys,little lost girls
A treehouse that fell from the tree
A doll house that has no dolls
A merr-go-round that has stopped
Are the loneliest sights of all
Night-time should bring on the day
But hopes for the dawning seem to be dying for us
Scattered here, scattered there
Little lost boys,little lost girls
