There is a place where my heart longs to be,
Dans la citй des lumieres, c’est Paris,
Ribbons of colour as visions float by,
Cobblestone streets in the heat of July,

I am near you,
Smiling as we walk along the streets of Le Marais,
Oh so near you,
Dancing as we move into the arms of Le Marais.

Taking a stroll [bad word] des Rosiers,
Perfume of sweet summer flowers fill the air,
Victor sits scribbling in some old salon,
History beckons, but life lingers on.

I am near you,
Smiling as we walk along the streets of Le Marais,
Oh so near you,
Dancing as we move into the arms of Le Marais.