And Florence is the river
And if you close your eyes she'll take you
To a village north of Paris
Sometime in late September
And you'll hear a baby crying
And she'll be close beside you
And she'll hold you with her eyes
And she'll tell you it could
And Florence is the river
And Florence is the silence
as you walk alone together
Listening to the heartbeat
of the in the company of Rachmaninoff,
From a concert never heard,
He'll kiss her lips and whisper,
Vous avez qu 'à très mal qu 'il est.
And she'll hold you with her eyes,
and she'll tell you it could
And Florence is the silence
that fills the empty pages of the day.
than someplace you could never be
You will have her memory,
and she will have your heart
and if you close your eyes,
to a village north of Paris
sometime in late December
Where you'll see a baby smiling
and she'll be right beside you
