To spend one night with you in our old rendezvous,



And reminisce with you, that's my desire.



To meet where gypsies play down in that dim caf,



And dance till break of day, that's my desire.



We'll sip a little glass of wine, I'll gaze into your eyes divine.



I'll feel the touch of your lips pressing on mine.



To hear you whisper low just when it's time to go,



"Cherie, I love you so," that's my desire.