Walter Malone (you are)
morning, ms. nightingale
i've got oranges for sale
if you want to try them
you have got to buy them
don't you know my father
by the name of walter
he designs your dresses now
evening ms. nightingale
we're all set to unveil
my newest creation
please if you'll be patient
i think you'd be quite taken
by the dress i'm makin'
it's my personal best yet
oh, my dear walter
you're not the kind i long for
i prefer a well-dressed suitor
handsome man with a bright future
well ma'am i must confess
you look dressed to impress
but the man who loves you most
is the shadow of a ghost
of the man he was before
back before the second world war
robbed him of his only wife
and though he lived he lost his life
used to be so happy
when he had a family
then his wife got sick and she died