it was
The City of
Light
in the blue evening night
Paris was such a mervellous sight
in the lights of the
city
the golden saxophon romantic sound
undulated as a swirling wave in my heart
the dancers appeared on
the floor
suddenly in a luminous sunbeam
I saw her in her green dress
she was whirling
turning wheeling
she looked the picture of health
and I, and I could only stop to breathe
it was The City of
Light
in a mild smoothly evening of July
Paris was so beautiful, so bright
she was so sweet she
seemed so slight
with her red curled hair floating
was it an angel, was it a fairy ?
she smiled she laughed
she glanced
I looked, and I watched, and I stared
was I dreaming, was I here or there ?
it was The City of
Light
the Country music and dance festival
Paris was so proud in the moonlight
The blue moon light
touched gently on
the green eyes of Jennifer,
Queen of the dance
and I realize softly the world turn to orange
I want forget the
seasons between us
'cause of so many years so many days
but for a dance we take the same way
it was my City of
Light
in the shadow of my moonlight
I'll dream now all my night ...