Underneath Pont Mirabeau flows the Seine
And loves of ours
Must I remember back when
Joy followed in the wake of pain?

Evening come
Be sounded hour
The days go running
I stand here

Hands in my hands Stay with me face to face
While underneath
The bridge of our embrace of everlasting gazes
Tired the wave passes

Evening come
Be sounded hour
The days go running
I stand here

Love goes on by as running water went
Love goes on by as life is indolent
And hope for happiness is violent

Evening come
Be sounded hour
The days go running
I stand here

Though the days pass and passing weeks run on
No time gone by
No love comes back again
Underneath Pont Mirabeau flows the Seine

Evening come
Be sounded hour
The days go running
I stand here