歌曲名 Milanese Waltz/Marie Flore

歌手名 Joan Baez

作曲：Joan Baez

Marie Marie Flore was a small girl of ten

whom I met in the south end of France

Stepping out of a crowd was the daughter

of someone with flowers for me we were friends at a glance

She spoke no English but sat by my side in the car

And pointed out places en route to the village of Arles

Marie Marie Flore came to table

that night as I dined in an ancient hotel

The room was all fitted with things from

the seventeenth century and they suited her well

She would eat nothing but sat in her chair like a queen

And laughed at my French but seemed

always to know what I mean

Marie Marie Flore came to hear me that

night when I sang for the people of Arles

She stood back in the shadows of a ruined

arena her frame in my mind was never too far

In the rush that did follow I found

she was holding my hand

And ushering me through an evening

the elders had planned

Marie Marie Flore I will always remember

your eyes your smile and your grace

The gold that flowed with your laughter

remain to enlighten the image

I have of your face

For I have seen children whose faces are wiser than time

And you my Marie are most certainly one of that kind

Marie Marie Flore all the odds say

I'll see you again by plan or by chance

But if not you'll be there when I'm dreaming of rain

over Paris or sun in the south end of France

Marie Marie Marie Flore