Parisienne Walkways, Still got the Blues, Midnight Blues, Spanish Guitar/Gary Moore

 

 

 

 

 

 

I remember Paris in '49.
The Champs Elysee, San Michelle
And old Beauolais wine.
And I recall that you were mine
In those Parisienne days.

Looking back at the photographs.
Those summerdays spent outside corner cafes.
Oh, I could write you paragraphs,
About my old Parisienne days.

 

 

 

Used to be so easy to give my heart away
But I found out the hard way
There's a price you have to pay
I found out that love was no friend of mine
I should have known time after time

So long, it was so long ago
But I've still got the blues for you

Used to be so easy to fall in love again
But I found out the hard way
It's a road that leads to pain
I found that love was more than just a game
You're playin' to win
But you lose just the same

So long, it was so long ago
But I've still got the blues for you

So many years since I've seen your face
Here in my heart, there's an empty space
Where you used to be

So long, it was so long ago
But I've still got the blues for you

Though the days come and go
There is one thing I know
I've still got the blues for you.

 

 

It's the darkest hour
Of the darkest night
It's a million miles
From the morning light

Can't get no sleep
Don't know what to do
I've got those midnight blues

When the shadows fall
I feel the night closing in
There must be some reason
For this mood I'm getting in

Can't get no sleep
Don't know what to do
I've got those midnight blues

Every evening after sundown
As the light begins to fade
I feel so low, but I just don't know
Why these blues won't go away

Every evening after sundown
As the light begins to fade
I feel so low, but I just don't know
Why these blues won't go away

It's the darkest hour
Of the darkest night
It's a million miles
To the morning light

Can't get no sleep
Don't know what to do
I've got those midnight blues
I've got those midnight blues
I've got those midnight blues
I've got those midnight blues

 

 

 

As I sit here and play
My spanish guitar
Underneath the stars,
It passes the time away.

Each note I play
Is a memory of Spain,
The melodies they take me
Back there again.

So as I sit here and play
On my old spanish guitar,
Each note I play
Just sails away.
And it brings me closer
To that spanish senorita.
Oh, she's so far away.

As I sit here and play
Underneath the stars,
It passes the time away
And brings me closer
To my spanish holiday.