| When they begin the beguine, | |
| It brings back the sound of music so tender, | |
| It brings back the night of tropical splendour, | |
| It brings back a memory evergreen! | |
| I'm with you once more under the stars, | |
| And down by the shore an orchestra's playin' | |
| Even the palms seems to be swayin' | |
| When they begin the beguine! | |
| To live it again is past all endeavour, | |
| Except when that tune clutches my heart, | |
| And there we are swearin' to love forever, | |
| And promising never, never to part! | |
| What moments divine, what raptures serene, | |
| 'till clouds came along to disperse the joys we had tasted . . . | |
| Now, when i hear people curse the chance that was wasted, | |
| I know but too well what they mean! | |
| So, don't let them begin the beguine, | |
| Let the love that was once a fire remain an ember . . . | |
| Let it sleep like the dead desire i only remember, | |
| When they begin the beguine! | |
| Oh yes, let them begin the beguine, make them play! | |
| 'till the stars that were there before return above you, | |
| 'till you whisper to me once more, 'darling, i love you!' | |
| And we suddenly know, what heaven we're in, | |
| When they begin the beguine | |
| When they begin . . . the beguine |