somebody is whispering, tongues are twisting, my eyes are glistening say hello to your debutante, and say bye bye to true love i heard your bugle playing the sweetest music to my ears i'm not afraid of saying i'm close to tears he'll run away, and i'll always believe until my dying day my dying day
i say i'm not sorry to cast you off this courteously when you talk so realistically, the thrill of love is gone for me i heard your bugle playing the sweetest music to my ears i'm not afraid of saying i'm close to tears we'll run away, and i'll always believe until my dying day my dying day