A new moon and an old serenade,
I just stood there and looked at you
As the violins played;
A new thrill; we were both so afraid,
But the moon and the melody
Seemed to come to our aid.
Heaven gleamed in a rose-colored light,
And the music seemed to be saying, "I'm yours tonight,"
Your heart called, and I gladly obeyed
In the spell of a new moon and an old serenade.