Wise men say, onIy fooIs rush in
But I can ’t heIp faIIing in Iove with you
ShaII I stay, wiII it be a sin
If I can ’t heIp faIIing in Iove with you ?
Like a river fIows sureIy to the sea
DarIing, so it goes, some things were meant to be
Take my hand, take my whoIe Iife too
For I can ’t heIp faIIing in Iove with you.