Grand Old Paris Songtext

von PigPen Theatre Co.

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