Joan Baez

Joan Baez - Marie Flore songtekst

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whom I met in the south end of France.
 Stepping out of the crowd was the daughter
 of someone with flowers for me, we were friends at a glance.
 She spoke no English but sat by my side in the car
 and pointed out places en route to the village of Arles.

 Marie, Marie Flore came to table that night
 as I dined in an ancient hotel.
 The room was all fitted with things from the seventeenth century
 and they suited her well.
 She would eat nothing but sat in her chair like a queen
 and laughed at my French but seemed always to know what I'd mean.

 Marie, Marie Flore came to hear me that night
 when I sang for the people of Arles.
 She stood back in the shadows of a ruined arena,
 her frame in my mind was never too far.
 In the rush that did follow I found she was holding my hand
 and ushering me through an evening the elders had planned.

 Marie, Marie Flore, I will always remember
 your eyes, your smile and your grace.
 The gold that flowed with your laughter remains
 to enlighten the image I have of your face.
 For I have seen children with faces much wiser than time,
 and you, my Marie, are most certainly one of this kind.

 Marie, Marie Flore, all the odds say I see you again
 by plan or by chance.
 But if not you'll be there when I'm dreaming of rain over Paris
 or sun on the south end of France.
 Marie, Marie, Marie Flore
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