Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine

Under the Mirabeau Bridge flows the Seine

           And our love

Of our loves

     Comes back to memory again

And must I be reminded of them when

Where always joy came after pain

What joy we had forever came with pain

Comes night, the hours sound

The hours chime as night follows day

Days go round in which to drown

Days go by while I stay

Hand in hand, face to face

We’ll wait hands in hands face facing face

          While underneath

As under the

     The bridge of our embrace

Bridge of our arms the empty space lets pass

Eternal gazes, weary waves

A wave weary of our eternal gaze

Comes night, the hours sound

The hours chime as night follows day

Days go round in which to drown

Days go by while I stay

Love goes away like the water flows

Love slips away like this water’s flow

          Love goes away

It must go

     Like life is slow

Because life is too slow

And like Hopefulness is violent

And hope is violence and vertigo

Comes night, the hours sound

The hours chime as night follows day

Days go round in which to drown

Days go by while I stay

Pass the days, pass the nights

Days drag on and weeks drag on

          Neither time past

Neither can

     Nor love comes back

Time past return nor loves gone

Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine

Under the Mirabeau Bridge flows the Seine

Comes night, the hours sound

Days go round in which to drown