F C A# F C
Cherise was brushing her long hair gently down
F C A# A# F C
It was the afternoon of carnival; As she brushes it gently down,
F C A# F C
Rubin was strumming his painted mandolin.
F C A# F C A#
It was inlaid with a pretty face in jade; Played the carnival parade.
[Verse 2]
F C A# F C
Cherise was dressing as Pirouette in white
F C A# A# F C
When a fatal vision gripped her tight; Cherise beware tonight.
F C A# F C
Rubin, Rubin tell me truly true.
F C A# F C A#
I feel afraid and I don't know why I do. Is there another girl for you?
[Chorus A]
Gm C F
If you could see in my heart, you would know it's true.
Gm F D# D
There's none Cherise except for you, except for you.
Gm F C F C A#
I'd swear to it on my very soul, if I lie may I fall down cold.
A# C
[Verse 3]
F C A# F C
When Rubin played on his painted mandolin
F C A# A# F C
The breeze would pause to listen in; before going its way again.
F C A# F C
Masquerade began when nightfall finally woke,
F C A# F C A#
Like waves against the bandstand dancers broke; to the painted mandolin.
[Chorus B]
Gm C F
Looking out at the crowd, who is standing there?
Gm F D# D
Sweet Ruby Claire at Rubin stared, at Rubin stared.
Gm F C F C A#
She was dressed as Pirouette in red and her hair hung gently down.
A# C
[Verse 4]
F C A# F C
The crowd pressed round, Ruby stood as though alone.
F C A# A# F C
Rubin's song took on a different tone, and he played it just for her.
F C A# F C
The song he played was the carnival parade,
F C A# F C A#
Each note cut a thread of Cherise's fate, it cut through like a blade.
[Verse 5]
F C A# F C
Rubin was playing his painted mandolin,
F C A# A# F C
When Ruby froze and turned to stone, for the strings played all alone.
F C A# F C
The voice of Cherise from the face of the mandolin,
F C A# F C A#
Singing Rubin Rubin tell me true, for I have no one but you.
[Chorus A]
Gm C F
If you could see in my heart, you would know it's true.
Gm F D# D
There's none Cherise except for you, except for you.
Gm F C F C A#
I'd swear to it on my very soul, if I lie may I fall down cold.
A# C
[Verse 6]
F C A# F C
The truth of love an unsung song must tell.
F C A# A# F C
The course of love must follow blind; without a look behind.
F C A# F C
Rubin walked the streets of New Orleans till dawn,
F C A# F C A#
Cherise so lightly in his arms, and her hair hung gently down.