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?