When we played our charade
We were like children posing;
Playing at games, acting out names
Guessing the parts we played
Oh, what a hit we made!
We came on next to closing;
Best on the bill, lovers until
Love left the masquerade
Fate seemed to pull the strings —
I turned and you were gone
While from the darkened wings
The music box played on, and on, and on Sad little serenade
Song of my heart’s composing;
I hear it still, I always will
Best on the bill… Charade
(sax bridge:)
Fate seemed to pull the strings —
I turned and you were gone
While from the darkened wings
The music box played on, and on, and on Sad little serenade
Song of my heart’s composing;
I hear it still, I always will
Best on the bill… Charade
I hear it still, I always will
Best on the bill… Charade