Paris in Springtime

Walking down the avenues and all that I need
Is in one hand a cigarette, in the other one my sweethearts hand
Walking down the tuileries, wherever we sit with our six-string
The people would dance on the streets and would sing
Going up to sacre-coeur, what can I say?
Well the painters are painting and music will play all night
Back to where we’re coming from, we sleep for a while
And the moon hits our eyes in this wonderful, wonderful night
Paris in springtime, making you all mine
There is a perfume that fills every boulevard
Walking along the seine, taking you by the hand
Paris in springtime has taken our hearts
Paris in springtime has taken our hearts
Suddenly the rain falls down, we’re trying to hide
Under trees on the champs elysées while the lights go down
I take my guitar in hands and play for a while
And a warm breeze is carrying the clouds away into the night
Paris in springtime, making you all mine
There is a perfume that fills every boulevard
Walking along the seine, taking you by the hand
Paris in springtime has taken our hearts
Paris in springtime has taken our hearts
As we come to chatelet
We sit into a nice cafe
And we spend our last coins
Going down to Luxembourg
Passing by la rue du jour
Singing one of our favourite tunes
Then you put your arm around me, everything’s fine
And we pass through the arc de triomphe where a beggar lies
Wrapped in ragged clothes he begs for some coins
But we haven’t got anythimg anymore for him tonight
Paris in springtime, making you all mine
There is a perfume that fills every boulevard
Walking along the seine, taking you by the hand
Paris in springtime has taken our hearts
Paris in springtime has taken our hearts