Swan Song Sinatra

Say goodbye to the girl next door
Only tell her to stay young at heart.
Let her know we can’t wave anymore
Old devil moon and I must depart.

Now take my pocketful of miracles,
Give them out come rain, or come shine.
But please be kind, and lay them on some cheery gals.
Luck be a lady, they’ll like me fine.

Under guide of these strangers in the night
Everyone knows that my way ain’t to frown.
Even Nancy feels I’ll be all right
You see I’m going to my kind of town.

Endeavor my witchcraft too.
Softly, as I leave you.