Sometimes when I hear those night winds wail, I get to thinkin’ bout this crooked trail I’m on. And about the way things might have been. Oh, to be with you again. ~ Last night the moon poured down like wine. And me, I just lay me down and let it shine on me, and thought about the nights we spent like that back when. Oh, to be with you again. ~ Out here on these endless rolling plains or in some crowded city subway train, the thought just kinda hits me every now and then: Oh, to be with you again. ~ To be with you again, to be with you again, to be with you again, to be with you. ~ Tonight when the moon begins to shine, I’m gonna sit down and have myself some wine, and think about a very special friend. Oh, to be with you again. ~ To be with you again, to be with you again, to be with you again, to be with you … again.