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 hurt to seen on an evening such as this
For they both have the very same sensation
When you’re lost in the magic of a kiss
Her 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