CHANCES ARE / ITīS NOT FOR ME TO SAY

Chances are īcause I wear a silly grin

The moment you come into view

Chances are you think that Iīm in love with you.

Just because my composure sort of slips

The moment that your lips meet mine

Chances are you think my heartīs your valentine.

 

In the magic of moonlight

When I sigh “hold me close, dear”

Chances are you believe the stars 

That fill the skies are in my eyes

Guess you feel youīll always be

The one and only one for me

And if you think you could

Well, chances are, the chances are awfully good.

 

It's not for me to say you love me.

It's not for me to say you'll always care.

Oh, but here for the moment

I can hold you fast

And press your lips to mine

And dream that love will last.

 

As far as I can see, this is heaven.

And speaking just for me, it's ours to share.

Perhaps the glow of love will grow

With every passing day.

Or we may never meet again,

But then, it's not for me to say.

 

Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-du-da

Da-da-da-da

Da-da, da-da, da-da

 

Speaking just for me, it's ours to share.

Perhaps the glow of love will grow

With every passing day.

Or we may never meet again,

But then, it's not for me to say.

 

The chances are, the chances are awfully good 

(I hope and pray itīs true)

The chances are, the chances are awfully good

Awfully good! 

Chances are!