Chorus:
I’m flying high, but I’ve got a feeling I’m falling.
Falling for nobody else but you.
You caught my eye, and I’ve got a feeling I’m falling.
Show me the ring and I’ll jump thru.

I used to travel single O, We chanced to mingle O.
Now I’m a tingle O-ver you.
Say! Mister Parson, stand by,
For I’ve got a feeling I’m falling,
Falling for nobody else but you.