(Ned Washington & Victor Young)
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
So 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

His lips are much to close to mine

Take care, my foolish heart
But should our eager lips combine
Then let the fires start


For this time it isn't fascination
Or a dream that will fade and fall apart

This time it's love
This time it's love, my foolish heart


For this time it isn't fascination
Nor a dream that will fade and fall apart
This time it's love

This time it's love, my foolish heart