Blossom Dearie
Blossom Dearie
Blossom Dearie
Blossom Dearie
Blossom Dearie
Blossom Dearie
Blossom Dearie
Blossom Dearie
Blossom Dearie
Blossom Dearie
Blossom Dearie
Blossom Dearie
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
Charade was written by Henry Mancini.
Charade was produced by David Cavanaugh.