Clopin Clopant - Barbra Streisand

In France when one is walking sadly
They say he walks
Clopin Clopant
His step is slow,
His fault is badly
Perhaps the one he loves is gone
Clopin Clopant
I hear his footsteps
As in the night he passes by
And as I hear his endless footsteps
I get to thinking
They?ll go out
I?ll go along
Clopin Clopant
Whispering he?s gone,
He is gone, he is gone
My childish heart cries like a baby
Without my love what will each day be?
So I go on
Clopin Clopant
Trudging alone
Clopin Clopant
Love is a dance
And one must learn it
I had my chance, why did I spurn it?
What can I do?
Why carry on?
Going alone
Clopin Clopant,
Clopin Clopant, Clopin Clopant...

Written by B. Coquatrix, P. Dudan & K. Goell

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