Copyright � 1993 by Eben Brooks Rosenberger and Allison Lonsdale
I remember flowers and the candles in the night.
All along the streets of Paris, all the trees were blooming white,
And we walked down the Champs �lys�es to the gypsy violins,
A sea of pretty faces and a memory of sin
And coming home.
Listen to the MP3, it’s not bad imho.