Paris 1699

By Regis A Welch

The city was alive The lights brought you revelry The people were bright Studded with jewelry The moon shone above In full, pale glory it shone As the lover doves Went off together to be alone

(Dum diddle aye, diddle dee diddle aye diddle dee, diddle aye.)

And he was a boy The son of a royal scribe She was the daughter Of the mayor of the city of lights The boy knelt down and kissed her hand A hand offered that they might wed A laugh rings out She falls in his helpless arms dead

(Dum diddle aye, diddle dee diddle aye diddle dee, diddle aye.)

He looks to the skies And screams in pain The heavens hear He's not the same again He will not let this go There will be vengeance for her fate Forever, and ever more That boy will harbor the shadow seed of hate

(Diddle aye, diddle dee, diddle aye diddle aye diddle dee diddle dee diddle aye diddle aye, diddle aye, diddle dee, diddle aye diddle aye diddle dee diddle dee diddle aye.)