French Christmas Music It's a real spring, yes, as pure as their tender spring It's the romance of Paris, in the corner of the streets, it blooms It puts in the hearts of lovers a little dream and blue sky This sweet chorus of our faubourgs speaks so kindly of love That everyone was taken by it, it's the romance of Paris That everyone was taken by it, it's the romance of Paris The suburb was their real domain, they left at the end of the week In the woods to harvest the figs, or on a boat to sail They also drank in the guinguettes, the white wine that makes the head turn And when they gave each other a kiss, yes, all the couples dancing said to each other It's the romance of Paris, in the corner of the streets, it blooms It puts in the hearts of lovers a little dream and blue sky This sweet chorus of our faubourgs speaks so kindly of love That everyone was taken by it, it's the romance of Paris That everyone was taken by it, it's the romance of Paris This is where my story ends, would you believe it If I told you that they bloom every day, that they grow old with their tender love That they founded an admirable family and that they had adorable children That they died kindly, unknown yes, leaving as they had come It's the romance of Paris, in the corner of the streets, it blooms It puts in the hearts of lovers a little dream and blue sky This sweet chorus of our faubourgs speaks so kindly of love That everyone was taken by it, it's the romance of Paris That everyone was taken by it, it's the romance of Paris