It’s All in the Game Songtext
von Roger Whittaker

Many a tear has to fall
But it′s all in the game
All in the wonderful game
That we know as love
You have words with him
And your future's looking dim
But these things your hearts can rise above
Once in a while he won′t call
But it's all in the game Soon he'll be there at your side
With a sweet bouquet
And he′ll kiss your lips
And caress your waiting fingertips
And your hearts will fly away
And he′ll kiss your lips
And caress your waiting fingertips
And your hearts will fly away