When you're in love 
You're a man on fire,
And a man on fire 
Is a man to behold!
His kind of love
Is no ordinary thing,
But is as lovely as music
And as precious as Spring!

And where she goes
He must ever follow,
Over hill and hollow,
For his heart only knows
No kiss but hers can still
That yearning of
A man on fire
Burning with the flame of love!

(When you're in love 
You're a man on fire,
And a man on fire 
Is a man to behold!)
His kind of love
Is no ordinary thing,
But is as lovely as music
And as precious as Spring!

And where she goes
He must ever follow
Over hill and hollow,
For his heart only knows
No kiss but hers can still 
That yearning of
A man on fire
Burning with the flame of love!

A man on fire
Burning with the flame of love!
