Music: Dreams of Alwyn
(Isle of Innisfree)
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Overlooking Paris from Montmartre in the Spring as evening falls and the first lights begin to glow. We watched as the Effiel Tower
lights came on and took its place as one of the jewels of the City of Lights. Music: Dreams of Alwyn (Isle of Innisfree) |
On the Streets of ParisThe Pedestrians walking by - Rue St. Germain on windy day Crepes fresh to buy - and only a few Francs to pay I ate my Crepes of fruit and cream As the scene unfolded like a dream People coming and going The wind continuously blowing The steaming crepes given a glowing eye Later that night we ate near by The music was Greek And we sat cheek to cheek The night wore on Until just about dawn Brochette of lamb, shrimp and other meats Came piping hot and long before the sweets The words were unknown to me I have no idea what was said The notes and beat were strange to me As they bounced around my head The walls and beams were very old Imagine the stories that could be told Erato Lyric In Paris I remember walking down the avenues And I remember most sharing the moments with you, my muse I can see now the vistas gathered on our walks I can hear again the whispered words of our intimate talks The taste of our evening wine and food Resonated all night in a fine soft mood We opened the hotel window to catch the night air Across the way looking back at me, were two people completely bare As they looked at me, they apparently didn’t seem to care But I, interested in the moon didn’t want to seem to stare Paris is a place where people live with a definite flare! |
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