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Harry Belafonte
the waiting game
Her eyes were the loveliest cornflower blueSo bright and so kind and so honest and true
But I like a fool didnâ??t know what to do
When she said she wanted my love
Why did I play the waiting game, the waiting game
I lost the one I adore
Though she made my heart sing
Somehow we never married in spring
Oh what was I waiting for
Now since weâ??ve been parted the others I meet
Would still ask for more
With the world at their feet
But she was so kind and so gentle and sweet
And all she wanted was love
When ever Iâ??m restless with somebody new
I run for a mile and then hereâ??s what I do
I dream of those eyes that were cornflower blue
And how she just wanted my love