Autumn leaves in Paris With you, my mademoiselle, Walking along the Champs Elysees, Up the stairs to Sacre Coeur, And along the Seine, Where the Clochards lay. Autumn in Paris, Scarlet maple leaves falling down. O, we were so in love With each other. Scarlet leaves falling down, A feeling I’ll never forget I hear you speaking my name. It sounds so lovely, Blended with your French accent. I wonder how you felt
