Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine

Under the Mirabeau Bridge runs the Seine

           And our love

And our love

     Comes back to memory again

I must bring to mind once again

Where always joy came after pain

That joy always came after pain

Comes night, the hours sound

Cometh the night chimeth the hour

Days go round in which to drown

The days go on I lack power

Hand in hand, face to face

Hands joined face to face each of us abides

          While underneath

Whilst beneath

     The bridge of our embrace

The bridge our arms form slides

Eternal gazes, weary waves

The weary water of love forever's tides

Comes night, the hours sound

Cometh the night chimeth the hour

Days go round in which to drown

The days go on I lack power

Love goes away like the water flows

Love passes like this running stream

          Love goes away

Love takes its leave

     Like life is slow

Life is a dream

And like Hopefulness is violent

And Hope a dangerous extreme

Comes night, the hours sound

Cometh the night chimeth the hour

Days go round in which to drown

The days go on I lack power

Pass the days, pass the nights

On go the days and on go weeks again

          Neither time past

Not time gone by

     Nor love comes back

Nor love can one regain

Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine

Under the Mirabeau Bridge runs the Seine

Comes night, the hours sound

Cometh the night chimeth the hour

Days go round in which to drown

The days go on I lack power