I ran around, with my own little crowd. The usual laughs, not often, but loud. And in the world that I knew. I didn't know about you Chasing after the ring, on the merry-go-round. Just taking my
. 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
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