(Ned Washington, Victor Young)

It's getting so each time that I hear footsteps on the street
My foolish heart begins to pound and almost skips a beat
I rush outside to meet you dear just like I used to do
Because my foolish heart believes it's you.

Each time I hear the telephone my heart starts to rejoice
I always rush to answer it in hopes I'll hear your voice
And when I find it's just a friend I cry the whole night through
Because my foolish heart belongs to you.

--- Instrumental ---

I hope and pray that God someday will send you back to me
Until that time I know my foolish heart cannot be free
And though you stay till judgement day I know that I'll be true
Because my foolish heart belongs to you...