Many a tear has to fall, But it's all in the game. All in a wonderful game, That we know as love. You had words with him, And your future's, Looking dim. But these things, Your heart can rise, Rise above. (No chord) Once in a while he won't call, But it's all in the game. Soon he'll be there at your side, With a sweet, bouquet, Then he'll kiss, your lips, And caress your, Waiting fingertips. And your heart, Will fly away.