Caught by the moonlight
A silent mist
A shimmer in the trees
Oh what a night for dreams
A night of destiny
Others are sleeping
So unaware of magic in the air
Magic you weave just for me
Io sono prigioniera
Sweet facination
Though I don't understand The words you say
You whisper soft and low
And I am swept away
Touch of enchantment
I tremble when you
Hold me close this way
Drawn like a moth to a flame
