A young man goes to Paris
As every young man should
There is something in the air friends
That does a young man good
Ah, les fraises et les framboises
Ah, la, la, la, la, ...
Raspberries, strawberries
Blue wines we brew
Here is to the girls in the countryside
The ones we drink them too
Paris nights are warm and fair
Summer winds blow soft
Young man find a face of love
In every field and loft
In every field and loft
Ah, les fraises et les framboises
Ah, la, la, la, la, ...
Raspberries, strawberries
Blue wines we brew
Here is to the girls in the countryside
The ones we drink them too
An old man returns to Paris
As every old man must
He finds the winter winds blow cold
His dreams have turned to dust
His dreams have turned to dust
His dreams have turned to dust
Ah, les fraises et les framboises
Ah, la, la, la, la, ...
Raspberries, strawberries
Blue wines we brew
Here is to the girls in the countryside
We must bid adieu.
