LITTLE SPARROW

I love the parisian way
Her magic voice, the radio play
Little french lady you took my breathaway
Hands streached out in pain.

Never to see, the likes
Of the little Sparrow again
Songs of love so warm and tender
My heart I would surrender.

Your life was tragic
In a sad way
But your music will live
Forever and a day.

So little lady
I was just a boy
When I heard you sing
But your music.

Means everything
One day I will travel
To Paris, to the pere-lachaise cemetery
With flowers in your memory.

God Bless until that day.