La dame brune

For a tall brown lady, I invented
A song in the moonlight, a few verses.
If she ever hears it one day, she'll know
That it's a love song for her and me.

I am the tall brown lady you're waiting for.
I am the tall brown lady and I hear you.
Sing again in the moonlight, I come to you.
Your guitar, a lucky charm, guides my steps.

Pierrot lent me his pen that morning.
With my lucky guitar, I found the key.
I thought I was a poet as I wrote
The words that came to my mind like the wind.

Pierrot lent you his pen that night.
With your lucky guitar, you found the key,
And I thought you were a poet as I listened
To the words that came to your mind like the wind.

I dressed the brown lady in my thoughts
With a piece of misty veil and dew.
I made her bed against my skin so she'd be
Safe and warm against my hands.

Dressed in misty veil and dew
I am the tall brown lady in your thoughts.
Sing again in the moonlight, I come to you.
Through the mountains and dunes, I hear your voice.

For a tall brown lady, I invented
A song in the moonlight, a few verses.
I know she'll hear it one day, maybe tomorrow,
So this love song can end well.

Hello, I am the brown lady, I've walked so far.
Hello, I am the brown lady, I found you.
Make room for me in your bed, I'll be
Warm and safe against your back.