Mon Aix

Walking down Mirabeau Street

Singing and tapping a beat

I saw a man lying there

Homeless without a care

Shabby clothes no friends or any kin

Hair floating in the Rotonde fountain

“what about a rendezvous, I would love to see you”

He then got up and ran away

Where to meet he never did say

All alone in the city

Night lit up by constellations

Hoping for those lost sensations

And my voice and all its echoes

Shimmering like water flows

J’ai pleure toute ma Jouvence aux fontaines d’Aix-en-Provence sans jamais voir l’heure
De place d’Albertas
En place des Cardeurs

The next day when David woke

Dreams of me I wish he’d spoke

We were there at the café

Almond pastries served on a tray

King Rene stood tall in stone

Protecting us we’re not alone

But my souvenir left me there

On the street or anywhere

All alone in the city

A dream, a fantasy

Vagabond oh mon amour

Night lit up by constellations

Hoping for those lost sensations

And my voice and all its echoes

Shimmering like water flows

J’ai pleure toute ma Jouvence aux fontaines d’Aix-en-Provence sans jamais voir l’heure
De place d’Albertas
En place des Cardeurs

© 2007