I go walkin after midnight,
searching for you.
I walk a hundred miles,
I'm always a walking.
I stop to see you;
You are no wheres in sight.
The night winds are blowin,
out in the starlight.
After midnight.
I stop to see a weeping willow,
and the night whispered to me.
Out on the star light,
always searching for you!
Richard Joseph
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-midnight-2/
