Marianne Faithfull

Past the caf shutters down,
No one stirs in the town.
The morning after the rain
The barges move on the seine.
Down the avenue lined with trees
Paris bells ring on the breeze
Paris bells ring on the breeze.
Dawn is breaking, birds start to sing,
Sun is rising, warms everything.
The echo of footsteps on a cobbled street,
Dim alleyways where the shadows meet.
Down the avenue lined with trees