music and words by Allan Flynn and Jack Egan (1934)
Be still, my heart.
I can tell who's knocking at my door.
Love has come to say that we must part.
Be still, my heart.
Just read those eyes;
Trembling lips that don't know where to start.
Even though you know they're telling lies,
Be still, my heart.
He hears the rumbling of the drum.
It bids him come and he must go.
He's leaving me and leaving you
For someone new,
And though we miss him so,
We'll never let him know.
Don't cry, my heart,
Even though our love has gone away.
He'll be coming back to us some day.
Be still, my heart.