Last Waltz
Webb Pierce, Myrna Freeman
The ballroom was empty
The hour was three
When they played the last waltz
For my darling and me
My poor heart kept wishing
The night could not end
But she love another
And I'm just her friend
I love her, I love her
My lonely heart cries
But soon she'll become
Another man's bride
She told me next Sunday
Was her wedding day
I gave my best wishes
Oh, what more could I say
That night will be cherrished
In my memory
When they'll play the last waltz
For my darling and me
I love her, I love her
My lonely heart cries
But soon she'll become
Another man's bride
She told me next Sunday
Was her wedding day
I gave my best wishes
Oh, what more could I say...