Many a tear has to fall 
But it's all, in the game 
All in the wonderful game 
That we know as love. 
You have words with him 
And your future's looking dim 
But these things 
Your heart can rise above. 

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. 
And he'll kiss your lips 
And caress your waiting finger tips 
And your heart will fly away. 

Soon he'll be there at your side 
With a sweet bouquet. 
And he'll kiss your lips 
And caress your waiting finger tips 
And your heart will fly away. 

And your heart will fly away...