We met one eve in Paris
when Roses were in bloom.
We held hands on the Terrace,
and kissed in the light of the Moon.
One look at you and suddenly I knew
that our love was meant to be,
from the thrill of your touch and your caress
you were the only girl for me.
We spent that summer together;
it was a season of soulful bliss!
There was heaven in the blue of your eyes,
and heaven in your kiss.
You were from the landed gentry;
a family of power and fame.
My folks were modest merchants,
without wealth or famous name.
But we went so well together
like our love was meant to be,
you were going to meet my family
who lived far across the sea.
The night we were to leave
you had walked to the corner store,
to stock up on some sundries,
that we couldn't buy offshore.
I heard a crash then sirens;
the sound made my blood run cold!
Your lady was hit by a driver
who was drunk so I was told!
That night my dreams were shattered
the soul within me died!
That night clouds covered Paris,
and that night the Angels cried.