Paris Bells Lee Hazlewood
Past the café shutters down, no one stirs in the town.
The [Dm7]morning after the [Gm]rain, the [Dm7]barges [Gm]move on the Seine.
Down the avenue [Cm]lined with trees, Paris bells [Gm]ring on the breeze
[G]Paris [Cm]bells [F]ring on the [Bb]breeze.
Dawn is breaking, birds start to sing, sun is rising, warms everything.
The echo of footsteps on a cobbled street, dim alleyways where the shadows meet.
Down the avenue lined with trees, Paris bells ring on the breeze
Paris bells ring on the breeze.
[Bbmaj7]The places where we [D#]used to visit, the [C]chapel where we went to [F]wed.
Paris bells on the breeze often stir memories.
We both knew the morning rain, we both wandered down the Seine.
Now you're gone away from me, you're just a memory
Like the bells ring on the breeze, Paris bells ring on the breeze.
by: José Duarte