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».
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?