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 both give the very same sensation. When your 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. 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