When they begin the beguine, it brings back the sound of music so tender,

It brings back a night of tropical splendor, it brings back a memory ever green.

I'm with you once more under the stars, and down by the shore an orchestra's playing

Even the palms seem to be swaying, when they begin the beguine.

To live it again is past all endeavor, except when that tune clutches my heart,

And there we are, swearing to love forever, and promising never, never to part.

What moments divine, what rapture serene,

Till clouds come along to disperse the joys we had tasted,

And now when I hear people curse the chance that was wasted,

I know but too well what they mean.

So don't let them begin the beguine, let the love that was once a fire remain an ember