How pretty, how pretty
You are to me
Bright as the lights in the city
With you I long to be

I would, I would
Buy you flowers to hold
Say the word and I could
Let my love me a mold

For I, For I
May never feel this again
Assure me it’s not a lie
Take us to where love begins

Goodbye, Goodbye
Maybe it was just a dream
Perhaps the flames have died
What else could it mean