Charade
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
That 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
Writer/s: WILLIAM STUART ADAMSON, RICHARD JOBSON
