Each time I see a crowd of people,
Just like a fool, I stop and stare;
It's really not the proper thing to do,
But maybe you'll be there.
I go out walking after midnight
Along a lonely thoroughfare;
It's not the time or place to look for you,
But maybe you'll be there.
You said your arms would always hold me,
You said your lips were mine alone to kiss;
Now after all those things you told me,
How could it end like this?
Someday if all my prayers are answered,
I'll hear a footstep on the stair;
With anxious heart, I'll hurry to the door,
And maybe you'll be there.
Instrumental: verse 2
Someday if all my prayers are answered,
I'll hear a footstep on the stair;
With anxious heart, I'll hurry to the door, and maybe you'll be there.
And maybe you'll be there, maybe you'll be there.
Gravada também por Jane Morgan