| When they begin the beguine | |
| It brings back the sound of music so tender, | |
| It brings back a night of tropical splendor, | |
| It brings back a memory ever green. | |
| I'm with you once more under the stars, | |
| And down by the shore an orchestra's playing | |
| And even the palms seem to be swaying | |
| When they begin the beguine. | |
| To live it again is past all endeavor, | |
| Except when that tune clutches my heart, | |
| And there we are, swearing to love forever, | |
| And promising never, never to part. | |
| What moments divine, what rapture serene, | |
| Till clouds came along to disperse the joys we had tasted, | |
| And 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 |
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