frank sinatra
and now, the end is near;
and so ı face the final curtain.
my friend, ı'll say it clear,
ı'll state my case, of which ı'm certain.
ı've lived a life that's full.
ı've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
but more, much more than this,
ı did it my way.
regrets, ı've had a few;
but then again, too few to mention.
ı did what ı had to do
and saw it through without exemption.
ı planned each charted course;
each careful step along the byway,
but more, much more than this,
ı did it my way.
yes, there were times, ı'm sure you knew
when ı bit off more than ı could chew.
but through it all, when there was doubt,
ı ate it up and spit it out.
ı faced it all and ı stood tall;
and did it my way.
ı've loved, ı've laughed and cried.
ı've had my fill; my share of losing.
and now, as tears subside,
ı find it all so amusing.
to think ı did all that;
and may ı say - not in a shy way,
"no, oh no not me,
ı did it my way".
for what is a man, what has he got?
ıf not himself, then he has naught.
to say the things he truly feels;
and not the words of one who kneels.
the record shows ı took the blows -
and did it my way!
