Lyrics Charade - Roland Kirk, Quincy Jones And His Orchestra

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 bill we mad!
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
The 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
Fate seemed to pull the strings
I turned, and you were gone
While from the darkened wings
The 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