Old French Quarter
Jörg Roth
In the old French Quarter in New Orleans
In my dreams I walk once more with my darling
In the jazzmen sentent nights neath the misty old lamplights
In the old French Quarter in New Orleans
When I left she held me tight and told me
Not to stay away too long because she loved me
And the silent teardrops fell as we kissed and said farewell
In the old French Quarter in New Orleans
But summer turned to winter and when springtime came
I returned and learned that things were not the same
As I said goodbye to old New Orleans
I could see church bells ringing for my darling
And I slowly walked away but I knew my heart would stay
In the old French Quarter in New Orleans
In the old French Quarter in New Orleans