Boulevard Of Souvenirs

Springtime in Paris, so many memories

Where love first begun

And even though he's gone away

He'll always be the one

I walk the boulevard of souvenirs

Imagining that he's still here

The stairs that led up to his door

The small room on the second floor

The corner café still the same

But no ones seems to know his name

But I remember yesteryear

Along the boulevard of souvenirs

Walk on a Sunday down the Champs Ellyse

Soft candlelight and wine

And hand in hand along the Seine

I thought that he was mine