Pont Mirabeau

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