À Blue Bayou

I've searched high and low
I can't find a guy
To love like the one I met
At Blue Bayou

In the courtyards and the bars
He sang on his guitar
For a few bucks, for a couple of dollars
At Blue Bayou

I think I'd love to go back to Blue Bayou
Where the people are beautiful, where the sky is warm
At Blue Bayou
On the white boat where someone waits for me
In a beam of night
Dropped by chance
On the guitar that sleeps with him

The sun is low over my town
The sun is high over his island
We're so far from the year two thousand
At Blue Bayou

In the courtyards and the bars
I'll live off his guitar
Wrapped in his old scarf
At Blue Bayou

Of course, I'd love to go back to Blue Bayou
Where the people are beautiful, where the sky is warm
At Blue Bayou
On the white boat where someone waits for me
In a beam of night
Dropped by chance on the guitar
He sleeps with him

Opal pathways
A sail
The red moon surrounded by stars
I've searched high and low, I can't find
Better than him for me
My happiness is at the end
A rendezvous
At Blue Bayou