The Square

Darkness falls on this city of light; they come to the square for a festive night,
to celebrate under streetlamps, burning bright.
Somehow drawn to this mystical place, a gaze of wonder on every face,
spellbound by some sweet nocturnal rite

The Moroccan, the Italian, and a boy from Peru, the Parisian, the African and me and you.

And we would dance, we would dance. Moving together in a magical romance.
Round and round we would go, keeping time to the raindrops hitting our chapeaux.
Dancing to the music of the streets on a night in France.

Faces of stone look over the square, the sounds of the city reaching every where,
fragrances from crowded cafes fill the air.
Dancing together into night, twisting and turning like the tail of a kite,
laughing like little kids, without a care.

But it occurred to me, that when to be this free became a right. In another time, to make it so, someone had to fight.

So we could dance (chorus)


Joined by the spirits of freedom that cannot die, we walk the square, as they once did, three days in one Ju-ly.

And now we dance (chorus) Repeat last line. (Spoken over final last line chorus chords) - Merci Bastille