'Round About Midnight lyrics

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

Haven't got the heart to stand those memories,

When my heart is still with you,

And ol' midnight knows it, too.

When a 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 heart,

And I'm out of my mind.

Let our hearts take wings'

'round midnight, midnight

Let the angels sing,

for your returning.

Till our love is safe and sound.

And old midnight comes around.

Feelin' sad,

really gets bad

Round, Round, Round Midnight

• Artist:Art Blakey
• Album:Paris Jazz Concert -- May 13, 1961, Vol. 1 [2000]