It is not the past few days
That have has me feel this way
And it is not the tiny marks of doubt
That cover everything I see
It is just the way she looks at me
With a love so complete
That I have never seen
And from this grows
A strong, undying guilt
And the feeling of regret
Of things I never felt
And oh, I wanted to change
I wanted to change
And become what she needs
And I know, I know what she needs
I know what she needs
But I can never be
I can never be
And I can never be
Begin the Beguine
When they begin the beguine,
It brings back the sound of music so tender,
It brings back the night of tropical splendour,
It brings back a memory evergreen!
I'm with you once more under the stars,
And down by the shore an orchestra's playin'
Even the palms seems to be swayin'
When they begin the beguine!
To live it again is past all endeavour,
Except when that tune clutches my heart,
And there we are swearin' to love forever,
And promising never, never to part!
What moments divine, what raptures serene,
'Till clouds came along to disperse the joys we had tasted . . .
Now, when I hear people curse the chance that was wasted,
I know but too well what they mean!
So, don't let them begin the beguine,
Let the love that was once a fire remain an ember . . .
Let it sleep like the dead desire I only remember,
When they begin the beguine!
Oh yes, let them begin the beguine, make them play!
'Till the stars that were there before return above you,
'Till you whisper to me once more, "Darling, I love you!"
And we suddenly know, what heaven we're in,
When they begin the beguine!
When they begin . . . the beguine!