Belleville
We know her name,
This girl we call Belle.
And though we know not
From whence she came,
Just looking at it,
We surely can tell.
Une belle ville en France,
It must have been,
But it couldn’t contain
A girl and her dream.
Where the cobbled walkways
Make the rain go pitter patter,
And the love of adventure
Shines through like no other.
And where a romance so deep,
It flourishes forever,
That even a rose,
Enchanted,
Just cannot shatter.
We know her name,
This girl we call Belle.
And though we know not
From whence she came,
Just looking at it,
We surely can tell.
Une belle ville en France,
It must have been,
But it couldn’t contain
A girl and her dream.
Where the cobbled walkways
Make the rain go pitter patter,
And the love of adventure
Shines through like no other.
And where a romance so deep,
It flourishes forever,
That even a rose,
Enchanted,
Just cannot shatter.