Mam'selle

It was Montmartre

It was midnight

Come to think of it

Yes, it was spring

There was music

And I was listening

Then in the room somewhere

Someone began to sing

This serenade made for remembering

A small cafe, 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 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

This serenade was made for remembering

Our rendezvous, Mam'selle