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 wondering
Who's 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?
That won't come true, what'll I do?
