At my side you stand and drink your coffee
Then sit upon the wall facing the view
We've heavy hearts and do not wish to flee
And days of travelling still that we must do.
Far below, beneath the bridge, the river
Flows on and on as though it doesn't care
Morning breeze it sends a tiny shiver
Of sorrow through the bowels of our hair.
Birds are sweeping down across the water
And half a moon is hanging in the sky
Moving shadows on the buildings slaughter
The dream we had of not saying goodbye.
Roquebrun, Roquebrun you will of course survive
As we will too; just close our hearts and drive.
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