I never knew the charm of spring
Never met it face to face
I never knew my eyes would sting
After a Gendarme’s mace
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom
Priests being beaten, priests being seized
April in Paris, this is a feeling
That cannot be eased
I never knew the charm of abuse
Never met it face to face
I never new my arm was broken
‘Til we got back to base
It's April in Paris
Whom can I run to?
What have you done to my heart?
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