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The Sky Crying
The sky is crying
Can you see the tears roll down the street.
The sky is crying,
Can you see the tears roll down the street.
I've been looking for my baby
And I've been wondering where can she be
I my baby early one morning
She was walking on down the street
I my baby early one morning
She was walking on down the street
You know it hurt me, hurt me so bad
It made my poor heart skip a beat
I got a real, real fine feeling
That my baby she don't love me no more
I got a real, real fine feeling
That my baby she don't love me no more
You know the sky's been crying
Can see you see the tears roll down my door
Parisienne Walkways
Parisienne Walkways
Remember Paris in '49
The Champs Elysée, Saint Michel
And old Beaujolais wine
And I recall that you were mine
In those Parisienne days
Looking back at the photographs
Those summerdays spent outside corner cafes
Oh, I could write you paragraphs
About my old Parisienne days
The sky is crying
Can you see the tears roll down the street.
The sky is crying,
Can you see the tears roll down the street.
I've been looking for my baby
And I've been wondering where can she be
I my baby early one morning
She was walking on down the street
I my baby early one morning
She was walking on down the street
You know it hurt me, hurt me so bad
It made my poor heart skip a beat
I got a real, real fine feeling
That my baby she don't love me no more
I got a real, real fine feeling
That my baby she don't love me no more
You know the sky's been crying
Can see you see the tears roll down my door
Parisienne Walkways
Parisienne Walkways
Remember Paris in '49
The Champs Elysée, Saint Michel
And old Beaujolais wine
And I recall that you were mine
In those Parisienne days
Looking back at the photographs
Those summerdays spent outside corner cafes
Oh, I could write you paragraphs
About my old Parisienne days