The Last Waltz - Webb Pierce

The ballroom was empty

The hour was three

When they played the last waltz

For my darling and me

My poor heart kept wishing

The night could not end

But she love another

And I’m just her friend

I love her, I love her

My lonely heart cries

But soon she’ll become

Another man’s bride

She told me next Sunday

Was her wedding day

I gave my best wishes

Oh, what more could I say

That night will be cherrished

In my memory

When they’ll play the last waltz

For my darling and me

I love her, I love her

My lonely heart cries

But soon she’ll become

Another man’s bride

She told me next Sunday

Was her wedding day

I gave my best wishes

Oh, what more could I say…