Six o'clock, on Trinity square,
as the gun cracked
right in front of the little café
the lady who had shot
looked in bewilderment
at the fallen man in a grey suit.
A number was filed
in the ledger
of the precinct.
The lady, she doesn't want to talk
And when the judge gets tired
she has a chat with her past...
To think that it all began
right along1 with a summer sun
that looked like it was made to last.
And that sun had settled
on a young man in a dark grey suit
who looked like he was made to dance.
So, naturally, she waltzed
and then she kissed him,
that's all there is to love.
A number was filed
in the ledger
of the 14th district city hall
and everything became wonderful,
sweeter than the sweetest dream.
The lady, she closes her eyes at the memory
She recalls, she recalls
the only day in her life, I think,
when she crossed herself
for everything was a true wonder.
The church sang for them alone,
and even the poor man was happy,
since Love had come to everyone.
And, from up above, the bells
were ringing out "long live the bride !"
Ring out, ring out and resound !
Though he swore fidelity,
he lied, the beloved.
Ring out, ring out and resound !
he swore fidelity,
he lied, the beloved.
Ring out!...
1. the French is a bit unusual too