Francia

You’re off, brother, to Paris
heading to Paris in France
strutting with your arrogance
that’s the song of this land.
And to drink the Fleur-de-Lis
moved by its sorrow
when you start to play
with a lovely feeling
The mournful lament
of a folk song.

Also leaving with you
are our hopeful faces
poured into the songs
that we flaunt with such zeal.
The tenement, the dude
while showing off and chatting
The girl who’s gonna bail
The old folks left behind
And it’s all reflected
in the folk muse.

And if they ask
where it might come from
music that makes you feel
like laughing and crying
and when you go out to dance/sing
with a joy of emotion
your heart will thump
with love in every French heart
blending the Marseillaise
with a buddy tango.

Also leaving with you
are our hopeful faces
poured into the songs
that we sing with such zeal.
The tenement, the dude
while showing off and chatting
The girl who’s gonna bail
The old folks left behind
And it’s all reflected
in the folk muse.