Gone is the romance that was so divine. 'tis broken and cannot be mended. You must go your way, And I must go mine. But now that our love dreams have ended...
What'll I do When you are far away And I am blue What'll I do?
What'll I do? When I am wond'ring who Is kissing you What'll I do?
What'll I do with just a photograph To tell my troubles to?
When I'm alone With only dreams of you That won't come true What'll I do?
What'll I do with just a photograph To tell my troubles to?
When I'm alone With only dreams of you That won't come true What'll I do?