Grand Old Paris

Light the streets up like old gay Paris

Hear the songs they play for you and me

My weary stood stock still, stock still

While our hips swayed with their own free-will

Lands deserted by crushing blue blows

Are nothing like the sight of your silver clothes

We won't dance again, my dear, I fear

But the music plays when we're near, you're near

And please forgive these hands of mine

For the tremble and untwine

All the knots I've bonded to

The steps that we once knew

Shake your locks free and bow your boughs

Down falls the canopy of your silvered crown

Age don't mean a thing, my dear, I fear

As long as music plays when we're near, you're near

Strike the band up and play on, play on

Lighter now with the soft spoken dawn

My weary heart beat, in time, in tune

Until the music stopped and

Our dance did too