Barbra Streisand "Clopin Clopant" |
In France when one is walking sadly They say he walks clopin clopant His step is slow, his fault is badly Perhaps the one he loves is gone Clopin clopant, I hear his footsteps As in the night he passes by And as I hear his endless footsteps I get to thinking there go I I'll go along, clopin clopant Whispering he's gone, he is gone, he is gone My childish heart cries like a baby Without my love what will each day be? So I go on, clopin clopant Trudging alone, clopin clopant Love is a dance and one must learn it I had my chance, why did I spurn it? What can I do? Why carry on? Going alone, clopin clopant Clopin clopant, clopin clopant Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |