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Manhattan Under The Paris Moon by Lisa Kirchner

Manhattan Under The Paris Moon

Music and Lyrics by Lisa Kirchner BMI

There’s a wind in China that blows through the floor
A moon sails over Manhattan
The years roll by I don’t see you any more
Stars through my window shine
At midnight Paris time

You’ll see me where memories wait
On the Ile Saint Louis near the golden Gate
Where strangers meet on a sunny street
On the Seine at the Quay overlooking the bay
On Riverside at a quarter to five

There’s a wind in China, a train to Kamaroon
Manhattan under the Paris moon
Stars pour down on New Orleans
You’ll know what it means on the third day of May
When the wind blows through noon and it rains in Monterey

Under the sky, the great big sky
On Mardi Gras at the Court of Versailles
In splinters; on sails; in clouds on the sea;
In the sky; on a mountain; in a town there I’ll be,
By a clock in the desert on a stream in Saint Denis

There’s a wind in China, stars on the Pantheon
The world’s lost sox in a cardboard box
And poems that napkins are written on
Fields of honey where the water is wide
Under Northern lights on Riverside

There’s a train to Kamaroon and a storm on the grass
That blows through a tunnel erasing the past
A highway and snakeskin where houses blow down
On a street in Vichy where a boy waits for me
By a dome that is Rome in the hills of Tenessee

There’s sand in my glass, I don’t see you anymore
It rains in my eyes and it snows on the floor
There’s a wind in China and a train to Kamaroon
Manhattan under the Paris moon

© Lisa Kirchner. All rights reserved.
All songs reproduced here are under copyright to Lisa Kirchner/BMI and Lisa Kirchner Music BMI. All rights reserved. For charts and lyric sheets please contact Lisa Kirchner: lisa@lisakirchner.com