Sing to me, Mr. C., sing to me
the song that I've been waiting to hear,
just for me, Mr. C., just for me,
and everybody else will disappear . . .

You alone, you alone,
are the dream I have known,
bringing love to my lonely heart!

Now there’s heaven in view,
Now the dream has come true,
For tonight I have you alone!

Now that your eyes have told me,
You are my love my own,
Come to my arms and hold me,
I live for you alone!
Solo tu, solo tu . . .

[ Italian ]

Now there’s heaven in view,
Now the dream has come true,
For tonight I have you alone!

I'm gonna sit right down
an' write myself a letter
and make believe it came from you!

I'm gonna write words so sweet
they're gonna knock me off my feet
a lot of kisses on the bottom
I'll be glad I got them

I'm gonna smile and say "I hope you're feelin' better"
and close with love the way you do
I'm gonna sit right down an' write myself a letter
and make believe it came from you!

< instrumental break >

I'm gonna sit right down
an' write myself a letter
and make believe it came
. . . from you!

There could never be a portrait of my love
for nobody could paint a dream!
You will never see a portrait of my love
for miracles are never seen!

Anyone who sees her,
soon forgets the Mona Lisa!
It would take I know, a Michael Angelo,
and he would need the glow of dawn
that paints the sky above
to try an' paint a portrait of my love!

< instrumental break >

. . . yes, he would need the glow of dawn
that paints the sky above
to try an' paint a portrait of my love!