Bells are ringing, soul of France Bells are singing of romance
C'est tres jolie en Paris in the spring Watching all the lovers walk along the Seine Pitch a penny in her like a wishing well Feed the pigeons in the park near Tour-Eifelle
Bells are ringing, soul of France Bells are singing of romance
There's a chapel Sacre Coure in quaint Montmarte In the open air the painters show their art In the restaurant sip a beaujolies What a perfect way to spend a lovely day
Bells are ringing, soul of France Bells are singing of romance
Sunday morning, hear the bells of Notre Dame Watching belles jeunes filles and the handsome gendarmes Near the Arc De Triomphe on the Champs-Elysees Coffee and croissants in a sidewalk cafe
Some people go to see the races at Deauville Or weekend by the racing tides of Mont San Michelle Some take the tour of Chartres on an autobus While the writers and the artists never leave Mont Parnasse
