| | A summer evening on Les Champs Elysees,
A secret rendezvous they planned for days,
I see faces in the crowded cafe,
A sound of laughter as the music plays.
Jean Claude was a student at the university (l‘universite),
Louise Marie is (was) just a world away,
He recalled the night they met was warm with laughter,
The words and music as she turned away.
I‘ll meet you at midnight,
Under the moonlight,
I‘ll meet you at midnight,
But Jean Claude, Louise Marie will never be.
Each cigarette would light a thousand faces,
Each hour passing like a thousand years,
Midnight was turning into empty spaces,
The sound of laughter disappeared.
I‘ll meet you at midnight,
Under the moonlight,
I‘ll meet you at midnight,
Oh but Jean Claude, Louise Marie will never be.
A summer morning on Les Champs Elysees,
The empty table in the street cafe,
The sunlight melting through an open doorway,
Jean Claude has left to face another day.
I‘ll meet you at midnight,
Under the moon light,
I‘ll meet you at midnight,
I‘ll meet you at midnight,
Under the moon light,
I‘ll meet you at midnight,
Oh, but Jean Claude, Louise Marie will never be. |
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