I never knew
the charm of spring
Never met it face
to face
I never knew my eyes
would sting
After a Gendarme’s
mace
April in Paris,
chestnuts in blossom
Priests being
beaten, priests being seized
April in Paris,
this is a feeling
That cannot be
eased
I never knew the
charm of abuse
Never met it face
to face
I never new my arm
was broken
‘Til we got back to
base
It's April in Paris
Whom can I run to?
What have you done
to my heart?
I like it.
ReplyDeleteActually Laurence (and I too, earlier) probably stole the photo from here:
http://endtimebibleprophecy.wordpress.com/tag/champs-elysees/
Thank you Eccles.
ReplyDeleteAll I can think of is this
ReplyDelete"Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our Christian dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head"