The Last Dance - Frank Sinatra, Billy May and His Orchestra

It’s the last dance, we’ve come to the last dance

They’re dimming the lights down, they’re hoping we’ll go

It’s obvious they’re aware of us, the pair of us

Alone on the floor

Still I want to hold you like this forever and more

It the last song, they’re playing the last song

The orchestra’s yawning, they’re sleepy I know

They’re wondering just when will we leave, but till we leave

Keep holding me tight

Through the last dance, each beat of the last dance

And save me the first dance in your dreams tonight