MOTH AND THE FLAME, THE
Sloan / Bennett

as rec by Anne Shelton w Edmundo Ross & his Orch  Dec 18th 1952


It's like a moth and a flame;
I play a perilous game,
I chance my life for the thrill of a moment sublime!
You weave a spell like a flame,
Your devil eyes are to blame,
They make me yearn just to burn with a fire divine!

My heart is beating madly for you,
Here are my arms, just to adore you.
You hypnotise me with those sighs in the night,
Hear my cries for the light of your love.

I know it never can be,
Your lips are not meant for me!
And though I yearn,
You will spurn
And I'll burn,
For with you
It's not new,
But the game
Of the moth and the flame!

My heart is beating madly for you,
Here are my arms, just to adore you.
You hypnotise me with those sighs in the night,
Hear my cries for the light of your love.

I know it never can be,
Your lips are not meant for me!
And though I yearn,
You will spurn
And I'll burn,
For with you
It's not new,
But the game
Of the moth and the flame!



(Transcribed by Peter Akers - August 2012)