(NWashington, VYoung)
The night is like a lovely tune, beware my foolish heart!
How white the ever constant moon, take care, my foolish heart!
There's a line between love and fascination,
That's hard to see on an evening such as this,
For they give the very same sensation
When you are lost in the passion of a kiss
Your lips are much too close to mine, beware my foolish heart!
But should our eager lips combine, then let the fire start
For this time it isn't fascination, or a dream that will fade and fall apart,
It's love this time, it's love, my foolish heart!