The Flood At Lyons-Renaissance

The Flood At Lyons Renaissance You lie in peaceful slumbers But yet so proud So safe the second city Houses reach the skyline and Far below the narrow streets that sing With the movement of the crowd No break from daily changes As life goes on Secure as French men can be Fill your time with love and wine And in your heart you'll know as long as you There will always be a song Then on a winter's day With your face against the cold and rain In the wind there's changes The rivers rise The water grips the town - tears fill her eyes Chorus: I'm standing here which way to go The crossroads call, but they don't know Midnight, caught inside I'm standing here, could all be lost The crossroads call You've stood so long It weaves the strangest picture Of silky thread The shadows cast reflection Lyons as the water's bed Trees that stand look straight ahead And search for a sight of distant land This was a winter's day In your heart you felt the cold and rain Change the wind to silence There's not a sound Silver patterns run and dance Upon the ground Chorus