Paris In France Lyrics

Paris In France lyrics

Refrain:   Paris in France, that is the place,

where i was born, a long
time ago,

sometimes, i come, to rediscover,

pieces of life and
memories.



At the same place, there is the church,

where Dad
and I, spent our sundays.

In a small street, our house is still there,

it seems to me, hearing Mummy;....

She's telling me, as by the past,

same old stories, about Paris;

and i remain, my Grand-father,

with just his bike, across the streets.

So many tales, just enough to,


always love the place, where i come from, Paris in france. !



When the bell rings, in the school where i grew up,

i retain, the
innocent look i gave,

under every skirt i viewed;

and also, the
lines on the black board.

I'm in front of the gate, the same old rusty
gate,

as noisy as by the past,......then... i walk through the door and
say :



Refrain:   Paris in France, that is the place,

where i
was born, a long time ago,

sometimes, i come, to rediscover,

pieces
of life and memories.



I remember, the train station,

so many
smiles, and not so many tears;

i'm still hearing, every cry of joy,

a few loving words and rendez-vous !

I'm not crying, but in my eyes
and in my mind,

there's memories, never forget :

Christmas evenings
: a lot of snow and happiness;

i remember, so many tales,

just
enough to, always love the place,

where i come from : Paris in France
!!!



Robert-gil BARLAT  MARECHAL 



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