Under the Mirabeau Bridge runs the Seine

The Seine keeps flowing

And our love

under the Mirabeau Bridge -

I must bring to mind once again

and our loves also -

That joy always came after pain

I need to remember that

joy always follows sorrow.

Cometh the night chimeth the hour

The days go on I lack power

And when night's bell tolls

the days take their departure -

Hands joined face to face each of us abides

I alone remain

Whilst beneath

The bridge our arms form slides

Holding hand in hand,

The weary water of love forever's tides

let us sit face to face while

underneath the bridge

Cometh the night chimeth the hour

of our arms pass eternal

The days go on I lack power

gazings on such weary waves.

Love passes like this running stream

And when nights bell tolls

Love takes its leave

the days take their departuure -

Life is a dream

I alone remain

And Hope a dangerous extreme

Love is flowing fast

Cometh the night chimeth the hour

away, just as these flowing

The days go on I lack power

waters flow away

slow as life itself flows by -

On go the days and on go weeks again

how violent Hope becomes.

Not time gone by

Nor love can one regain

And when the night's bell tolls

Under the Mirabeau Bridge runs the Seine

the days take their departure -

I alone remain

Cometh the night chimeth the hour

The days go on I lack power

The days passing by,

the weeks passing by - and yet

neither our past time

nor our loves return - under

Mirabeau Bridee flows the Seine -

And when night s bell tolls

the days take their departure -

I alone remain