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
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And pretty things that sing to her at night.