The night is like a lovely tune beware my foolish heart How wise 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 both give 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 her eager lips meet mine then let the fire start For this time it isn't fascination Nor a dream that will fade and fall apart It's love, this time it's love my foolish heart