Dying Day

Somebody is whispering Tongues are a-twisting My eyes are glistening Say hello to your debutante And say bye-bye to true love I heard your bugle playing The sweetest music to my ears I'm not afraid of saying I'm close to tears We'll run away And I'll always believe Until my dying day My dying day I say I'm not sorry To cast you off, discourteously When you talk so realistically The thrill of love Is gone for me I heard your bugle playing The sweetest music to my ears I'm not afraid of saying I'm close to tears We'll run away And I'll always believe Until my dying day My dying day