3 Liebesträume, S. 541: No. 3 In A-Flat Major

The moon was all aglow and heaven was in your eyes, 
The night that you told me those little white lies.
The stars seemed to know that you didn't mean those sighs, 
The night that you told me those little white lies.

I try, but there's no forgetting, when evening appears, 
I sigh, but there's no regretting, in spite of my tears.
The devil was in your heart but heaven was in your eyes 
The night that you told me those little white lies.