Mamselle Lyrics - Gordon Jenkins

It was Montmartre 

It was midnight Come to think of it 

It was spring 

There was music I was listening 

Then in the room somewhere someone began to sing 

This serenade made for remembering 

A small cafe, 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 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 

A small cafe, 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 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