(No chord)
Many a tear has to fall,
But it s all in the game.
All in a wonderful game,
That we know as love.
You had words with him,
And your future s,
Looking dim.
But these things,
Your heart can rise,
Rise above.
(No chord)
Once in a while he won t call,
But it s all in the game.
Soon he ll be there at your side,
With a sweet, bouquet,
Then he ll kiss, your lips,
And caress your,
Waiting fingertips.
And your heart,
Will fly away.
