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