In the  shadow of the street lamps she waits
For passers by, with time to spare
She gives her all outside the gates
A small chandelle in cold despair

2. Her sweet maquereaux is all she has
He looks out for her, it’s him she’ll serve
The nights are cold, but his bed is warm.
It’s all a waif like her deserves

(Chorus)
But when she sings
Monmartrè stands so tall
But cries the tears of one who knows.
That voice so strong
can heal them all
No sorrow or injustice
Can shame La vie en Rose

3. A voice so forged in fire it lights your way
She sings the songs your heart remembers well
Of gypsies and chevaliers,de la lune
Of beatings that in horror she must tell

(Chorus)
But when she sings
Monmartrè stands so tall
But cries the tears of one who knows.
That voice so strong
can heal them all
No sorrow or injustice
Can shame La vie en Rose

(Bridge)
But late at night
The past creeps in
And begs her to come home
The needle tells her ‘Drift away’
And lovers leave her once again alone  

‘Guitar solo’

4. The starving days and nights
She will recall
And love she gave without regret
Then Paris opened up and gave its all
But those Pigallè nights she can’t forget


(Chorus)
But when she sings
Monmatrè stands so tall
But cries the tears of one who knows.
That voice so strong
can heal us all
No sorrow or injustice
Can shame La vie en Rose

‘But where are you
My little one?’