Nights are long, since you went away I think about you, all through the day, my buddy My buddy (my buddy) Nobody quite so true Miss your voice, the touch of your hand, Just long to know that you understand, my buddy My buddy (my buddy) Your buddy misses you Your buddy misses you I'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places That this heart of mine embraces all day through In that small cafe, the park across the way The children's carousel, the chestnut tree, the wishing well I'll be seeing you in every lovely summer's day In everything that's bright and gay I'll always think of you that way I'll find you in the morning sun And when the night is through I'll be looking at the moon But I'll be seeing you