The masks are worn on summer nights When the young ramparts are dancing The masks are worn on summer nights When the dance is young When the dance is young Behind her mask, a princess dreams Of summer music Behind her mask, a princess dreams Of summer song Of summer song Where the street musicians and music played In the swirling night and the sound he made Could linger still, so slow to fade From the dancing, prancing masquerade To the streets where no one seeks to ask to see Behind the masks which hide a thousand eyes From others prying, the masks which hide a thousand eyes And all their tears, and all their tears And the street musicians and music played In the swirling night and the sound he made Could linger still, so slow to fade From the dancing, prancing masquerade To the streets where no one seeks to ask to see Behind the masks