Fantasy in olden days
In varying and different ways
Was very much in vogue
Columbine and Pantaloon
A wistful Pierrot 'neath the moon
And Harlequin, a rogue
Nowadays Parisians of leisure
Wake the echo of an old refrain
Each some ragged effigy will treasure
For his pleasure
Till the shadows of their story live again
Chorus x 1
Mournfulness has always been
The keynote of the Pierrot scene
When passion plays a part
Pierrot in a tragic pose
Will kiss a faded silver rose
With sadness in his heart
Some day soon he'll leave his tears behind him
Comedy comes laughing down the street
Columbine will fly to him
Admiring and desiring
Laying love and adoration at his feet
Parisian Pierrot
Society's hero
The Lord of a day
The Rue de la Paix
Is under your sway
The world may flatter
But what does that matter
They'll never shatter
Your gloom profound
Parisian Pierrot
Your spirit's at zero
Divinely forlorn
With exquisite scorn
From sunset to dawn
The limbo is calling
Your star will be falling
As soon as the clock goes round