Somebody is whisperingnTongues are a-twistingnMy eyes are glisteningnSay hello to your débutantenAnd say bye-bye to true lovennI heard your bugle playingnThe sweetest music to my eyesnI'm not afraid to say itnI'm close to tearsnnWe'll run awaynAnd I'll always believenUntil my dying daynMy dying daynnI say I'm not sorrynTo cast you off, discourteously nWhen you talk so realisticallynThe thrill of lovenHas gone for mennI heard your bugle playingnThe sweetest music to my eyesnI'm not afraid to say itnI'm close to tearsnnWe'll run awaynAnd I'll always believenUntil my dying daynMy dying day