[Verse:] When all is still in Paris And evening shadows creep Upon a hill in Paris The people never sleep They bid a royal welcome To ev'ry restless heart Champagne bubbles drown their troubles While they are in Mont Martre [Refrain:] Mont Martre, playground of France Mont Martre, wrapped in romance Mont Martre, on with the dance While the violin plays a song of sin with Love dreams luring you on Till the vision is gone Young hearts break with the wake of each dawn How tragic is the magic of Mont Martre
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