Oh mother dear mother
Oh yes, hello, it’s me
And I’m calling with news of great fortune
For I’m bound across the sea

I’ve met a man in Greenwich Village
Oh yes, and he’s tall and he’s lean.
And he’s built like a Roman Statue
Oh he’s the loveliest man I’ve ever seen.

And mother dear mother,
Well he’s offering me quite the chance
Seem’s I’ll be missing that family reunion
For he’s taking me to Paris France

Je vais parler avec toute le monde
Sur les routes
Et dans des grands boulevards.
Et je vais vous envoyer beaucoup de les lettres
Oh maman, un petit peu de chocolat
Un verre du vin.
And some nice post-cards.

Oh his hair is long and flaxen
And when he sings, oh it sounds like a band
And he lives above a crack den
On the island of Manhattan.

How we walk through the avenues a-swingin’
How he lifts me, and he spins me as we stroll
When I’m with him, I swear, I hear the angels singing
Won’t you go, you lassie, go.

Oh lord I did not expect him
Nor did I ever cast my line
Oh instead I was standing on my own two feet
When he came to this life of mine

So don’t you worry for me
My dear mother
For I’ve never been so sure
Oh my heart is red as a pomegranate
and my love flows long and pure.

Oh yes he sure is something.
Oh yes he sure is something.
He’s the kind of man who reads Ann Carson
He’s the kind of man who’s got a framed portrait of Walt Whitman
He’s the kind of man who has his own coffee cup collection
He’s the kind of man who has a duvet cover
He’s the kind of man who has all of his expenses covered
He’s the kind of man who went out to San Fransisco on a whim
And he hitchhiked around
And when he came back there was nothin’ left
Of his buddhist little ego
And all of those days we spent together
Waltzing around the Sacré Coeur
Oh I could have told you all about it mother
But I’d never never never been so sure
That something was overtaking me
That something was overtaking me
In those sweet sensations
And baby baby maybe my heart
Was breaking
Maybe my soul was aching
And I was gonna go down
They never tell you that love dies
They never tell you that the sweet, sweet Parisian skies
All of the hearts breakin’
All of the champagne leakin’
All of those nights we spent speaking and dreaming (???)