What'll I Do
Irving Berlin
Gone is the romance that was so divine.
'Tis broken and can not be mended.
You must go your way and I must go mine.
But now that our love dreams have ended.
What'll I do when you are far away
And I am blue, what'll I do?
What'll I do when I am wond'rin who
Is kissing you, what'll I do?
What'll I do with just a photograph
To tell my troubles to when I'm alone
With only dreams of you
That won't come true, what'll I do?
What'll I do with just a photograph
To tell my troubles to when I'm alone
With only dreams of you
That won't come true, what'll I do?
What'll I do?
What'll I do?