1949 Victor Young / by Ned Washington
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, how many names such as this
For they both have the very same sensation
When you’re locked 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 it isn’t fascination
Or a dream that will fade and fall apart
It’s love, this time it’s love
My foolish heart