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 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