It was Montmartre
It was midnight, come to think of it
Yes, it was spring
There was music, and I was listening
Then in the room somewhere, someone began to sing
This serenade made for remembering
A small café, Mam'selle
Our rendezvous, Mam'selle
The violins were warm and sweet
And so were you, Mam'selle
And as the night danced by
A kiss became a sigh
Your lovely eyes seemed to sparkle
Just like wine does
No heart ever yearned the way that mine does for you
And yet, I know too well
Some day you'll say goodbye
Then violins will cry
And so will I, Mam'selle
This serenade was made for remembering
Our rendezvous, Mam'selle
