Charade

Charade Music:

Hnry Mancini

Lyrics: Johnny

Mercer 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.

Sad little serenade,

Song of my heart's composing.

I hear it still,

I always will,

Best on the bill

Charade