WHAT’LL I DO
Writer Irving Berlin
Gone is the romance That once was devine It’s broken and cannot 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’ring 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?