[Intro] [Flowing Parisian accordion musette intro, romantic and bittersweet, 3/4 time signature] [Raspy Deep Male Verse 1] Years have gone by, the lilacs faded, merry May has fled, Yet in this old heart, ancient embers still glow warm and red. Though the cab is scrap by now, and gone is its bright spark, The wallet’s thin, the eyes are dim, but light still breaks the dark. [Raspy Deep Male Verse 2] Today along the avenue, where lilac scent would play, Our chauffeur sits and twirls his mustache, the years just melt away. Then suddenly she walks on by—with cane held in her hand, With fading sight, she walks her dog, so proud, so high and grand. [Raspy Deep Male Verse 3] He gently tips his hat to her: "My deepest bows, milady!" She lowers her proud, moving voice, her eyes a little hazy: "Ah, is that you? Where is your car? Where did the magic go?" He says: "The rust ate up the car, no tears for me to show!" [Pre-Chorus] [Accordion swells, flowing and emotional] And though the grand dames' palaces have crumbled into dust, They lift their eyes up proudly now, in timeless love they trust. A pure song started flowing then, a tune from days gone by, They stepped into a little waltz, with tears in every eye! [Powerful Chorus] Every heart is allowed to love, That’s love’s sweet and tender voice, For a heart obeys no master, What can we do? Fate makes the choice. Whether a man is rich and grand, Or wears a boot that's torn apart, Every soul is allowed to love, And live the wonder of the heart. [Instrumental Interlude] [Beautiful Parisian accordion solo, swelling strings, very fluid 3/4 rhythm] [Raspy Deep Male Verse 4] Today the whole world chases coins, and everyone counts gains, The young pursue their petty things, and lock their hearts in chains. But this delightful, elderly pair, defying rain and cold, Began to dance upon the street, with steps so brave and bold. [Raspy Deep Male Verse 5] For though the pockets may be bare, the boot lets water in, As long as this heart beats to waltz—brother, let life begin! They bowed with that old-fashioned grace, the finest style I know, For though fate rules with irony, love’s power guides us so! [Powerful Chorus] Every heart is allowed to love, That’s love’s sweet and tender voice, For a heart obeys no master, What can we do? Fate makes the choice. Whether a man is rich and grand, Or wears a boot that's torn apart, Every soul is allowed to love, And live the wonder of the heart. [Outro] [Slowing down, theatrical gritty male vocal hold, rich accordion chords, Parisian street vibe] [Fade out] [End]
