Champs Élysées Lyrics

I remember flowers and the candles in the night.
All along the streets of Paris, all the trees were blooming white,
And we walked down the Champs Élysées to the gypsy violins,
A sea of pretty faces and a memory of sin
And coming home.
The Seine was full of stars that night,
Remembering the rain.
Champaigne and pretty faces,
And the chestnut blossoms foam against the sky.

Trees along the open roads, a taste of apple wine.
In the morning light, a white rose gleaming silvery, like mine.
And the music heard through open doors, cafés and dens of smoke,
The bar beneath the music hall where fights broke out like clockwork
Telling time.
My bloodied hands were bandaged
By a girl who brought me home.
We loved the lonely night away
Where the chestnut blossoms foam against the sky.
Yvettes and Mimis and Simones, and I their handsome prince.
Life was precious to me then as it never has been since.
And I walk these twisting pathways, tracing footsteps into stone,
Remembering a happy time when I was not alone
As I am now.

When we walked down the Champs Élysées
To the gypsy violins,
Champaigne and pretty faces,
And the chestnut blossoms foam against the sky.