Paris

Walk the lonely street at midnight
in the gently falling rain
throw some money to the clochard
who is sleeping in the lane
and i remember how i loved you
all the pleasure and the pain
while the lovers all lie sleeping
in the early morning rain

see the lights across the river
in the water how they shine
and i remember all those faces
that vanished into time
and i remember how i loved you
all the pleasure and the pain
while the lovers all lie sleeping
in the early morning rain

in the city all lie sleeping
though this city never sleeps
and the autumn leaves they tumble
and they gather at my feet
and i remember how i loved you
all the pleasure and the pain
while the lovers all lie sleeping
in the early morning rain

Walk the lonely street at midnight
in the gently falling rain
throw some money to the clochard
who is sleeping in the lane
and i remember how i loved you
all the pleasure and the pain
while the lovers all lie sleeping
in the early morning rain