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 give the very same sensation. When you are lost in the passion of a kiss.
Your 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.
Once there was a thing called spring When the world was writing verses like yours and mine All the boys and girls would sing As we sat at little tables and drank May wine Now April, May and June seem sadly out of tune Life has stuck a pin in the balloon
Spring is here, why doesn't my heart go dancing? Spring is here, why isn't the waltz entrancing? No desire, no ambition leads me Maybe it's because nobody needs me
Spring is here, why doesn't the breeze delight me? Stars appear, why doesn't the night invite me? Maybe it's because nobody loves me Spring is here, spring is here, spring is here, I hear
the fall-ing leaves drift by the win-dow the au-tumn leaves of red and gold i see your lips the sum-mer kiss-es the sun-burned hands i used to hold
since you went a-way the days grow long and soon i'll hear old win-ters song but i miss you most of all my dar-ling when au-tumn leaves start to fall.
since you went a-way the days grow long and soon i'll hear old win-ters song but i miss you most of all my dar-ling when au-tumn leaves start to fall start to fall start to fall autumn leaves.