Love never dies
Well, she came
from France
With a grace
you’d glance
In the eyes of all around
her.
She could not see
But it seemed to me
She saw clear enough
inside her.
She met him down
in the old bar
One night after her
studying.
He looked real wild
But his voice was mild
As she came and sat beside
him.
Well, she came
from France
With a grace
you’d glance
In the eyes of all around
her.
She could not see
But it seemed to me
She saw clear enough
inside her.
Now he’d been
shunned
Not for what he’d done
But just for how folk saw
him.
She saw with her heart
And for his part
He saw blind love before
him.
Well, she came
from France
With a grace
you’d glance
In the eyes of all around
her.
She could not see
But it seemed to me
She saw clear enough
inside her.
They fell in love
and fore too long
Took a room above
the diner
When the winter came
A gas fire’s flames
Snuffed out the lives
inside there.
Well, she came
from France
With a grace
you’d glance
In the eyes of all around
her.
She could not see
But it seemed to me
She saw clear enough
inside her.
Now they both lie, under
spinning skies
Deep side by side,
forever.
On the slab it cries
Love never dies
As the marble starts to
weather.
Well, she came
from France
With a grace
you’d glance
In the eyes of all around
her.
She could not see
But it seemed to me
She saw clear enough
inside her.
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