Charade - Roland Kirk, Quincy Jones And His Orchestra

When we played our charade

We were like children posing

Playing at games, acting out names

Guessing the parts we played

Oh, what a bill we mad!

We came on next to closing

Best on the bill, lovers until

Love left the masquerade

Fate seemed to pull the strings

I turned, and you were gone!

While from the darkened wings

The music box played on

Sad little serenade!

Song of my heart’s composing

I hear it still, I always will

Best on the bill — charade

Fate seemed to pull the strings

I turned, and you were gone

While from the darkened wings

The music box played on

Sad little serenade!

Song of my heart’s composing

I hear it still, I always will

Best on the bill — charade