Mam'selle
Ray Dorey
A small cafe, Mam'selle;
a rendezvous, Mam'selle.
The violins were warm and sweet
And so were you, Mam'selle.
And as the night danced by
Your kiss became a sigh.
Your lovely eyes seemed to sparkle just as wine does.
No heart ever yearned as much as mine does for you.
And yet I know, Mamselle
Some day you'll say Goodbye
Then violins will cry, and so will I
Mam'selle.
From: Elmer Yost
