I realized I'm wasting time
Rememb'rin' days when you were mine
At seventeen you could't know
you should't break a heart and go

without a single glance behind.
It was a strange and lonely place
The crowd all dressed in silk and lace
A thousand ladies danced in style
I saw a long forgotten smile
A half-remembered angles face
She was my lovely ballerina

Yes
she was
you know she was
My ballerina
ballerina

Yes
she was
you know she was
I tried to find you in the crowd
I heard them call your name out loud
The mandolines played our refrain
My broken heart recalled again

When you were young and I was proud.
And once again I'm wasting time
Rememb'rin' days when you were mine
. . .
She was my lovely ballerina
. . .