I hold in my hand, dear, three letters
Three letters from the stage of your fine, fine, super-fine career
The first began "Eddie, darling, sweetheart, my wonderful one,
I will always be grateful for the things that you've done"
The second letter came right after I gave you your start
Yes, it came from your pen, dear, but not from your heart
The third became the joker of the deck
You ended your letter enclosed "please sign my cheque"
Why you fool! You poor, sad, worthless, foolish fool
If you think that money can pay me
For the hard years I've suffered till things broke your way
Yes, I'm answering your last letter that says we must part
I'm tearing it to pieces the way you tore up my heart
I smile when you kiss me and I thrill at your touch
My only sin was, I love you much too much

You've got to give a little, take a little
And let your poor heart break a little
That's the story of, that's the glory of love

You've got to laugh a little, cry a little
Before the clouds roll by a little
That's the story of, that's the glory of love.

As long as there's the two of us
We've got the world and all its charms
And when the world is through with us
We've got each other's arms.

You've got to win a little, lose a little
And always have the blues a little
That's the story of, that's the glory of love.

(As long as there's the two of us)
(We've got the world and all its charms)
And when the world is through with us
We've got each other's arms.

You've got to win a little, lose a little
And always have the blues a little
That's the story of, that's the glory of love.

That's the story of, that's the glory of love

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Writer(s): Billy Hill