The Ink Spots

Maybe you'll sit and sigh,

Wishing that I were near.

Then maybe you'll ask me to come back again,

And maybe I'll say «Maybe».

I've lost all ambition for worldly acclaim

I just want to be the one you love.

And with your admission that you feel the same

I'll have reached the goal I'm dreaming of.

If I didn't care more than words can say,

If I didn't care, would I feel this way?

If this isn't love, then why do I thrill?

And what makes my head go 'round and 'round

While my heart stands still?