The breeze was cool   His kiss was fire   The night birds sang their trills   And when the moon was gone   Hidden by the clouds   I put the fire out somewhere in the hills      His eyes could laugh   I saw them laugh   His lips a world of thrills   The moon looked down and smiled   On a tender love to see it   Blossoming somewhere in the hills      All night long we would samba   Laugh and sing with our friends   Love can be like a samba   Full of joy then it ends      New day, new dawn   And I have gone   In search of other thrills   The moon looks down and sighs   For those laughing eyes are crying   Silently somewhere in the hills      All night long we would samba   Laugh and sing with our friends   Love can be like a samba   Full of joy then it ends