The sweet scent of Paris in the early morning light
Beckons of another land, made up of fairy sprites
Autumn leaves fall softly as the river flows by
Notre Dame Cathedral, in the distance stands so high

The fountain by the Louvre is shining in the light
The wind whips round the corner,spraying droplets of delight
French fairies have a mysterious aura that surrounds them
Its not often that you see one, dancing in the fountain

They don't wear wispy gowns or rainbow colored veils
These fairies are more fashionable,as everybody knows
Delicate net stockings and lacy garments of delight
Wings outlined in gold, and their hair made up just right

Whenever you're in Paris, be sure to feel the breeze
In the early morning, carefully watch the leaves
A fairy may drift softly and land upon the ground
Watching you as you watch her, French fairies make no sound