MEMORY
A. L. Webber Lyrics

Midnight not a sound from the pavement
It is very silent in the night with no noise from the ground or any other source.

Has the moon lost her memory?
The poet wonders if the moon has forgotten the beautiful memories of the night.

She is smiling alone
The moon is shining alone in the sky looking beautiful as always.

In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet
The dead leaves get collected at the artist's feet through the light of the lamplight.

And the wind begins to moan
As the wind starts to blow, the artist hears it making a sorrowful sound.

Memory, all alone in the moonlight
The poet is reminded of the beautiful memories and is all alone in the moonlight.

I can smile at the old days
The poet feels happy while remembering the beautiful old days.

I was beautiful then
The poet remembers the time when he/she was beautiful and attractive.

I remember the time I knew what happiness was
The poet remembers the time when he/she was truly happy and content.

Let the memory live again
The poet wants to cherish the beautiful memories once again.

Every streetlamp seems to beat
The poet feels as if every streetlamp is sending out some kind of message.

A fatalistic warning
This message seems like a warning of some unwanted event that is going to happen.

Someone mutters and the street lamp gutters
Someone talks in a low voice and the street lamp makes a sudden flicker or hissing sound.

And soon
This unwanted event is going to happen quickly.

It will be morning
Morning will arrive soon.

Daylight
The sun rises and daylight appears.

I must wait for the sunrise
The poet has to wait for the sunrise to arrive.

I must think of a new life
The poet has to think about starting a new life.

And I mustn't give in.
The poet shouldn't give up.

When the dawn comes
As the dawn appears.

Tonight will be a memory too
Tonight too will become a memory someday.

And a new day will begin
A new day will bring new opportunities and a chance to start afresh.

Burnt out ends of smoky days
The poet remembers the burnt out ends of smoky days, referring to the difficult past.

The stale cold smell of morning
The poet feels a stale and cold smell in the morning.

A streetlamp dies; another night is over
A streetlamp goes out and it signals the end of another lonely night.

Another day is dawning
A new day begins and brings new opportunities for the poet.

Touch me!
The poet asks someone to touch him/her.

It's so easy to leave me
The poet feels like it's very easy for someone to leave him/her.

All alone with my memory
The poet is all alone with his/her memories and thoughts.

Of my days in the sun
The poet remembers the good old days and the time spent in the sun, feeling happy and content.

If you touch me,
The poet is asking someone to touch him/her.

you'll understand what happiness is
By touching him/her, the person will understand what true happiness feels like.

Look, a new day has begun.
The poet is hopeful for the new day and is ready to start afresh.