Suppertime I'm sad; there really gets bad, Memories always start after the sundown
It begins to tell 'round midnight, midnight, I do pretty well, till after sundown
Suppertime I'm feelin' sad but it really gets bad 'round midnight
Memories always start 'round midnight, ‘round midnight
Haven't got the heart to stand those memories when my heart is still with you
And ol' midnight knows it, too when some quarrel we had needs mending
Does it mean that our love is ending? Darlin' I need you, lately I find
You're out of my arms and I'm out of my mind
Let our hearts take wings' some midnight, ‘round midnight
Let the angels sing for your returning
Let our love be safe and sound and old midnight comes around
Just let our love take me and let the angels sing your returning
Please, let our love be safe and sound where old midnight comes around midnight