This is a changing world, my dear,
New songs are sung—new stars appear,
Though we grow older year by year
Our hearts can still be gay.
Young love at best is a pa**ing phase,
Charming and foolish and blind,
There may be happier, wiser days
When youth is far behind.
Where are the snows of yesteryear
When Winter's done and Spring is near?
No regrets are worth a tear,
We're living in a changing world, my dear.
The world was young
So many, many years ago,
The pa**age of time must show
Some traces of change,
Love songs once sung,
Much laughter, many tears
Have echoed down the years,
The past is old and strange.
This is a changing world, my dear,
New dreams are dreamed,
New dawns appear,
Pa**ion's a feckless cavalier
Who loves and rides away,
Time will persuade you laugh at grief
Time is your tenderest friend,
Life may be lonely and joy be brief,
But everything must end.
Love is a charming souvenir,
When days is done and night draws near
No regrets are worth a tear
We're living in a changing world, my dear.
(As recorded by Noel Coward, 1946)
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(Unsung verse)
[Each waning moon,
All dawns that rise, all suns that set,
Change like the tides that flow across the sands,
Each little tune
That fills our hearts with vague regret,
Each little love duet
Fades in our hands,
Don't stray among the moments that have fled,
New days are just ahead,
New words are still unsaid.]