I was born in London
On the dark side of the Thames
You said that you’d meet me there
In the year of I don’t know when
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You always say,” Tomorrow”
But I don’t understand that word
I’d live with you in that house in Spain
But I don’t think that you heard
Santa Marguerita,
She whispered out your name
I think that you lost the drift that night
As you were waiting for your pay
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And the angels whisper
And the angels whisper
And the angels whisper
By the roofs of Notre Dame.
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You said that we have to organize,
We have to forget the past
But as you speak of revolution
You forget that nothing lasts
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And if there is to be a new order,
It better be of the heart;
For everything else has passed away
As the River Seine works hard…
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And the angels whisper,
And the angels whisper, (Chorous/HOOK)
And the angels whisper…
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From the roofs of Notre Dame
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(C)1990 by Barry Green and W.G. (Billy) Milne
