Milanese Waltz Marie Flore Lyrics

Milanese Waltz Marie Flore lyrics

Marie, Marie Flore was a small girl of ten whom I met in the south end of
France

 Stepping out of a crowd was the daughter of someone with flowers for me,

 	we were friens at a glance

 She spoke no English but sat by my side in the car

 And pointed out places en route to the village of Arles.

 

 Marie, Marie Flore came to table that night as I dined in an ancient hotel

 The room was outfitted with things from the seventeenth century and they
suited her well

 She would eat nothing but sat in her chair like a queen

 And laughed at my French but seemed always to know what I mean...

 

 Marie, Marie Flore came to hear me that night when I sang for the people of
Arles

 She stood back in the shadows of a ruined arena, her frame in my mind was
never too far

 In the rush that did follow I found she was holding my hand

 And ushering me through an evening the elders had planned...

 

 Marie, Marie Flore, I will always remember your eyes, your smile, and your
grace

 The gold that flowed with your laughter remains to enlighten the image I have
of your face

 For I have known children whose faces are wiser than time

 And you, my Marie, are most certainly one of that kind...

 

 Marie, Marie Flore, all the odds say Ill see you again, by plan or by
chance

 But if not, youll be there when Im dreaming of rain over Paris, or sun in the
south end of France

 Marie, Marie, Marie Flore...

 

 Joan Baez

 Copyright 1970 by Chandos Music

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