Many a tear has to fall,
But it's all in the game,
All in the wonderful game
That we know as love.
You have words with him,
And your future's looking dim--
But these things your heart can rise above.
Once in a while he won't call,
But it's all in the game.
Soon he'll be there at your side
With a sweet bouquet,
And he'll kiss you lips
And caress your waiting fingertips
And your hearts will fly away.