Mam'selle 1947

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 19 Dec 2005

It was Monmartre, it was midnight,
come to think of it, it was Spring.
There was music, I was listening,
then in the room somewhere,
someone began to sing this serenade
made for remembering.

A small café, Mam'selle,
our rendezvous, Mam'selle,
the violins were warm and sweet,
and so were you, Mam'selle,
and as the night danced by,
a kiss became a sigh,
your lovely eyes seemed to sparkle
just like wine does.
No heart ever yearned
the way that mine does for you,
and yet I know too well,
some day you'll say goodbye,
then violins will cry,
and so will I, Mam'selle.

A small café, Mam'selle,
our rendezvous, Mam'selle,
the violins were warm and sweet,
and so were you, Mam'selle,
and as the night danced by,
a kiss became a sigh,
your lovely eyes seemed to sparkle
just like wine does.
No heart ever yearned
the way that mine does for you,
and yet I know too well,
some day you'll say goodbye,
then violins will cry,
and so will I, Mam'selle.

Soft karaoke
Words
jazz guit
harp
syn str 1
pizz str
fr hrn
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Mam'selle 1947
Lyrics by Mack Gordon
Music by Edmund Goulding
© 1947 by EMI Cat. Partnership & EMI Feist Cat. Inc., U.S.A.
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Monday 19 December 2005 at 14.20
in association with Doug Grierson
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