Paris In Springtime

Walking down the avenues and all that I need
Is in one hand a cigarette,
In the other one my sweetheart's 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 sacré-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-élysées
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

Walking along the seine, taking you by the hand
Paris in springtime has taken our hearts
Paris in springtime has taken our hearts
Paris in springtime has taken our hearts.