They asked me how I knew My true love was true I of course replied "Something here inside Cannot be denied" They said someday you'll find All who love are blind When your heart's on fire You don't realise Smoke gets in your eyes
So I chaffed and I gaily laughed To think they would doubt my love Yet today, my love has flown away I am without my love
Now laughing friends deride Tears I cannot hide So I smile and say "When a lovely flame dies, Smoke gets in your eyes."
And now, the end is near, and so I face the final curtain. My friend, I'll say it clear, I'll state my case, of which I'm certain. I've live a life that's full, I've traveled each and every high way. And more, much more than this, I did it my way. Regrets, I've had a few, but then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do, and saw it through without exemption. I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway. And more, much more than this, I did it my way.
Yes there were times, I'm sure you knew, when I bit off more than I could chew. But through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out, I faced if all and I stood tall, and did it my way.
I've love, I've laughed and cried, I've had my fill, my share of losing, and now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing. To think I did all that, and may I say - not in a shy way:
"Oh no, oh no not me, I did it my way."
For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has not. To say the things he truly feels, and not the words of the one who kneels. The record shows I took the blows and did it my way.
