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We will always have Paris
In old Madrid there is
an attic, contains a dreamer and a fool
The dreamer speaks of love requited, the fool believes it could be true And in the pastel shades of Paris I would sing to you of love And in the melancholy morning, 'mon amour' is not enough 'Mon amour' is not enough And as you sit and watch the river will you see me and think again? Or will our memories float away, like morning mist in May, on the ripples of the Seine? In the days so full of love and the nights so full of fun We were so hungry and so young, stepping lightly in the sun When you see the rains of Autumn I'll be under desert skies I will think of you in Paris and I will always wonder why I will always wonder why And when you sit and watch the river will you see me and think again? Or will our memories float away, like morning mist in May, on the ripples of the Seine? How can other arms enfold you, or others see behind your face Only I can see in your illuminated skin when the sun shines thinly through curtains of lace And on some warm accordion morning, you'll find the comfort and the joy Another heart that's freely given, another foolish lovesick boy My heart will follow you to Paris, kiss you once and say goodbye Walk the streets we'll never share, and wipe the tears you'll never cry Wipe the tears you'll never cry And when you sit and watch the river will you see me and think again Or will our memories float away, like morning mist in May, on the ripples of the Seine |