If they asked me, I could write a bookAbout the way

That old master painter from the faraway hills painted the violets

Well, I think I'm goin' out of my headYes, I think

I sometimes wonder why people make promises they never intend to

and flows of angel hairAnd ice cream castles in

I laughed at sweetheartsI met at schoolsAll indiscreet heartsSeemed romantic foolsA

just a garden in the rainClose to a little

'Twas on the Isle of Capri that I found herBeneath the

London by night is a wonderful sightThere is magic abroad in

the tide rushes inPlants a kiss on the shoreThen rolls

down, look down that lonesome roadBefore you travel onLook up,

There was a moon out in spaceBut a cloud drifted over

The night is bitterThe stars have lost their glitterThe winds grow

I find myself gazing at starsHearing guitars, like someone

of meWhy not take all of meCan't you seeI'm

Lovers depend on moonlight for a love affairBabies depend on mothers

That old black magic has me in its spellThat old black

Oh little town of bethlehem, how still we see thee lieAbove

be a lady tonightLuck, be a lady tonightLuck, if

Here am I, mad about you, mad about youI can't lie,