The River Seine – Doris Day
Nghệ sĩ: Doris Day
Hợp Âm Chuẩn
The Seine when she starts on her travels
Lazily flows from her source
Slowly her length she unravels
Twisting and turning her course.
Deep in the country she tarries
Not knowing which way to go
Till the enchantment of Paris
Beckons her swiftly to flow.
She goes flowing, flowing, flowing As she leaves the countryside
For she's going, going, going To meet Paris like a bride.
And she's cooing, cooing, cooing, cooing Like the murmuring doves
For the Seine has gone a-wooing And it's Paris that she loves.
She goes singing, singing, singing She's as happy as a bride
And she's clinging, clinging, clinging To the banks on either side.
She goes winding, winding, winding, winding Dizzy now in her bed
For the River Seine is finding That her love goes to her head.
She goes gladly, gladly, gladly While her love is in her arms
And then sadly, sadly, sadly As she leaves the city's charms.
And she carries, carries, carries, carries Sweet regret in her mind
For the Seine's in love with Paris And she's left her love behind.
For the Seine's in love with Paris And she's left her love behind.