One starry night
In a little town in Old Mexico
I found my love
Down by the sea, where soft trade winds blow
She came in the night
With perfume that sweetened the air
And I lost my heart
To the girl with gardenias in her hair
I glanced her way
She smiled and my heart started to sing
She came into my arms
And the night became a sweet, magic thing
When I held her close
I knew I’d follow her anywhere
And I lost my heart
To the girl (more…)

