I got a postcard from someone I met in SalvatoreHe said the weather was great he'd been out on the lakeAnd sunning beside it quaint shoreWhen are you coming back, you need to come and relaxShare some stories at our sidewalk cafeShaved chocolate steamed-creamo on your cappuccinoPlease write me back right awayOh the red moon over luganoIs in my memory, I can't seem to let it goOn the cobblestone streetsWhere lovers would meetI fell in love heart and soul'Neath the red moon over luganoIf I had any sense "d pack up my bags and just leaveFly over the ocean right into the arms of a romanceThat was waiting for meRide the funicular to the top of the starsGaze at Milano as it winked back our wayTry to have conversation in English ItalianoOr just kiss when we've nothing to saySo I picked up my pen and started writing these words back to him"Bon journo mi amore" you're so far awayAnd the chance of a visit is slimThat moonlit evening had us both believin'Nothing could keep us apartSome day we'll start over 'neath the red moon in Lugano'Till then keep me there in your arms