[Intro] (Soft accordion, gentle guitar) [Verse 1 – Male] From the Pont Royal hotel, morning slips into view April in Paris, I’m walking with you [Verse 1 – Female] Past the books by the Seine in their weathered green rows With your hand in mine, anywhere that wind blows [Verse 1 – Duet] Down Rue du Bac where the pastry air swirls Warm bread and sugar like a song to the world Through the Tuileries gardens, tulips bursting in flame While the marble-eyed statues still whisper your name [Chorus – Duet (harmonies)] We’re walking the stones of the City of Light From the hush of the dawn to the glow of the night Through the Louvre’s quiet halls, where the old masters came Every street, every shadow is calling your name But the best waits above, in a sky brushed with blue A birthday for Joyce, and a dream coming true [Verse 2 – Female] We linger at cafés in the soft amber sun Watching life in the rhythm of everyone [Verse 2 – Male] Past the wide Place de la Concorde, timeless and tall Where the obelisk rises through spring’s gentle call [Verse 2 – Duet] Then along the river as the afternoon sighs By Pont Alexandre where the gold catches light Cherry blossoms drifting in whispers of white For an April-born girl, it’s a picture just right [Bridge – Male] April eighteenth, traced in glass and in wine [Bridge – Female] As the evening leans softly on rivers of time [Bridge – Duet] We’ve been saving this moment, just me and just you For a toast to the years and the magic we knew [Chorus – Duet (stronger harmonies)] We’re walking the stones of the City of Light From the hush of the dawn to the glow of the night Through the Louvre’s quiet halls, where the old masters came Every street, every shadow is calling your name And the best waits above, where the skyline turns blue A birthday for Joyce, and a dream coming true [Verse 3 – Male] At Jules Verne above—or where Monsieur Bleu shines With the Tower beside us and a bottle of wine [Verse 3 – Female] The Iron Lady glows in a shimmer of gold While the night starts to sparkle in stories untold [Verse 3 – Duet] Happy birthday, my Joyce, in the Paris night air With the lights of the Tower dancing soft in your hair The walk finds its ending, but the feeling will stay Of a perfect Parisian April day [Outro – Female soft, Male echoing] From the Pont Royal… To the Eiffel light… [Outro – Duet whisper harmony] Happy birthday, Joyce… What a magical night…
