The breeze was cool His kiss was fire The night birds sang their trills And when the moon was gone Hidden by the clouds I put the fire out somewhere in the hills
His eyes could laugh I saw them laugh His lips a world of thrills The moon looked down and smiled On a tender love to see it Blossoming somewhere in the hills
All night long we would samba Laugh and sing with our friends Love can be like a samba Full of joy then it ends
New day, new dawn And I have gone In search of other thrills The moon looks down and sighs For those laughing eyes are crying Silently somewhere in the hills
All night long we would samba Laugh and sing with our friends Love can be like a samba Full of joy then it ends