somebody is whispering tongues are a twisting my eyes are glistening say hello to your debutante and say bye bye to true love i heard your bugle playing the sweetest music to my ears i m not afraid of saying i m close to tears we ll run away and i ll always believe until my dying day my dying day i say i m not sorry to cast you off discourteously when you talk so realistically the thrill of love is gone for me i heard your bugle playing the sweetest music to my ears i m not afraid of saying i m close to tears we ll run away and i ll always believe until my dying day my dying day