In 1945 my dear

The Paris summer rain

Camus' thoughts were shining jewels

Floating down the Seine





St. Germain, St. Germain





The sun left diamonds in red wine

The beams sneaked through the trees

Life sometimes can be so kind

And then it's just disease





St. Germain, St. Germain





Like them I just can't believe

All the answers have gone

Try more decipher until

The cafe lights no longer on

No longer on





Argue out and find a clue

That throws out new light

Figure out what you must do

Then go home and write





C'est la meme chose pour moi cherie

Le flore aux deux magots

A Penser et ecrire aussi

Sous un ete chaud





St. Germain