Many a tear has to fall, but it's all in the game  All in the wonderful game that we know as love  You have words with him and your future's looking dim  But these things your hearts can rise above    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 waving fingertips  And your hearts will fly away    (Soon, he'll be there at your side) With a sweet bouquet  Then he'll kiss your lips and caress your waving fingertips  And your hearts will fly away