It’s a rainy night in Paris,
And the harbor lights are low.
He must leave his love in Paris
Before the winter snow;

On a lonely street in Paris
He held her close to say,
“We’ll meet again in Paris
When there are flowers on the Champs-Elysees.”

“How long” she said “how long,
And will your love be strong,
When you’re across the sea,
Will your heart remember me?”

Then she gave him words to turn to,
When the winter nights were long,
“Nous serons encore amoureux
Avec les couleurs do printemps”

“And then” she said “and then,
Our love will grow again.”
Ah but in her eyes he sees
Her words of love are only words to please

And now the lights of Paris
Grow dim and fade away,
And I know by the light of Paris
I will never see her again