Under the Mirabeau Bridge runs the Seine

Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine

And our love

           And our love

I must bring to mind once again

     Comes back to memory again

That joy always came after pain

Where always joy came after pain

Cometh the night chimeth the hour

Comes night, the hours sound

The days go on I lack power

Days go round in which to drown

Hands joined face to face each of us abides

Hand in hand, face to face

Whilst beneath

          While underneath

The bridge our arms form slides

     The bridge of our embrace

The weary water of love forever's tides

Eternal gazes, weary waves

Cometh the night chimeth the hour

Comes night, the hours sound

The days go on I lack power

Days go round in which to drown

Love passes like this running stream

Love goes away like the water flows

Love takes its leave

          Love goes away

Life is a dream

     Like life is slow

And Hope a dangerous extreme

And like Hopefulness is violent

Cometh the night chimeth the hour

Comes night, the hours sound

The days go on I lack power

Days go round in which to drown

On go the days and on go weeks again

Pass the days, pass the nights

Not time gone by

          Neither time past

Nor love can one regain

     Nor love comes back

Under the Mirabeau Bridge runs the Seine

Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine

Cometh the night chimeth the hour

Comes night, the hours sound

The days go on I lack power

Days go round in which to drown