Charade

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)
 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.