[Lyric] Mamselle (Johnny Hartman)

It was Montmartre, it was midnight come to think of it
Yes, it was spring, there was music, and I was listening
Then in the room somewhere someone began to sing
This serenade made for remembering

A small café, Mam'selle
Our rendezvous, Mam'selle
The violins were warm and sweet
And so were you, Mam'selle

And as the night danced by
A kiss became a sigh
Your lovely eyes seemed to sparkle just like wine does
No heart ever yearned the way that mine does for you

And yet I know too well
Someday you'll say goodbye
And violins will cry
And so will I, Mam'selle

This serenade made for remembering
Our rendezvous, Mam'selle