Bon Jour

An eighteen year old sailor on the Riviera in the Spring Mademoiselle Your smile can make my young heart sing Cannes, Nice, Monte Carlo who could ask for more I volunteered for the USO, so on duty days I could be ashore I held her hand and said bon jour, i danced with her that day Looking into her eyes, Aime-moi, s'il vous plait Stopping by a sidewalk cafe, we had a glass of Beaujolais Then I walked her home and promised to meet another day Two days later I returned but she was nowhere to be found I saw her one more time before my feet left solid ground It was a one time memory, a love not meant to be She returned to college and I returned to the sea I still have those memories and the wonders that we saw But to cry, i'l n'est pas necssaire pour cela. I think back sometimes and it cuts me like a knife France will always be a special part of my life.