(Hofstede/Peters)



In the ballroom of romance

Bridie's waiting for a dance

With her back pressed to the wall

She lets the lamplight stripe her hands

She smells the perfume of her friends

"Soir de Paris "

No news from France, no news at all

The secret glancing, the little schemes

Have proven false elusive dreams

We kissed, he said good-bye

Sent away to foreign shores

He's writing home, he dances no more

No news from France tonight

Maybe sad they sent him off to fight

In some far distant land

Maybe sad to see us part

Baby sad the last dance is saved for me

And for some sweet romance

The last waltz lingers in our heart