CHARADE - Ralph MacDonald



     
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CHARADE Lyrics


When we played our charade
We were like children posing
Playing at games, acting out names
Guessing the parts we played
Oh what a hit we made
We came on next to closing
Best on the bill, lovers until
Love left the masquerade
Fate seemed to pull the strings
I turned and you were gone
While from the darkened wings
The music box played on
Sad little serenade
Song of my heart's composing
I hear it still, I always will

Best on the bill
Charade
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written by MERCER, JOHNNY / MANCINI, HENRY N.
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Ralph MacDonald (15 March 1944 – 18 December 2011) was an American percussionist, songwriter, musical arranger, record producer, steelpan virtuoso and philanthropist.

Ralph MacDonald was born in Harlem, New York, USA in 1944. As the son of Trinidad-immigrant and Calypso performer Macbeth the Great, Ralph grew up amidst the rise of Calypsonian revolution in New York City. The young boy was often placed playfully on his father's drums for a moment or two and, when he got older, MacDonald dreamed of someday achieving the regional success of his father.

Read more about Ralph MacDonald on Last.fm.


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