the waiting game

Harry Belafonte

Her eyes were the loveliest cornflower blue
So bright and so kind and so honest and true
But I like a fool didnââ?¬â?¢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 weââ?¬â?¢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 Iââ?¬â?¢m restless with somebody new
I run for a mile and then hereââ?¬â?¢s what I do
I dream of those eyes that were cornflower blue
And how she just wanted my love