One night along the river at St. Germain de Pre, I first met my beloved at a small sidewalk café.
We walked along the river, the shadows passing by but we only saw each other, the shining water and the sky.
The Seine, the Seine, when will I again meet her there, greet her there on the moonlit banks of the Seine?
Standing there across the river, mid sound of horn and tram, in all her quiet beauty, the cathedral Notre Dame,
And as we passed beside her, I said a little prayer that when this dream was over, I'd awake and find you there.
We walked along the river, 'till dawn was coming nigh. Beneath the Eiffel Tower we said our last good-bye.
There on that splendid morning, I left you all in tears and the beauty of that hour will shine within my through the years
The Seine, the Seine, when will I again meet her there on the Seine?