paroles de chanson Lorelei - Noël Coward
                                                Lorelei, 
                                                Lorelei
 
                                    
                                
                                                Call 
                                                to 
                                                sailors 
                                                drifting 
                                                by
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who-o-o-o, 
                                                who-o-o, 
                                                come 
                                                hither
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                they're 
                                                sailing 
                                                    a 
                                                voice 
                                                is 
                                                wailing 
                                                    a 
                                                beckoning 
                                                tune
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                use 
                                                praying 
                                                they'll 
                                                all 
                                                be 
                                                paying 
                                                    a 
                                                reckoning 
                                                soon 
                                                under 
                                                the 
                                                moon
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lorelei, 
                                                Lorelei
 
                                    
                                
                                                Still 
                                                the 
                                                voices 
                                                fade 
                                                and 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                Smiling 
                                                with 
                                                glee, 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                sea 
                                                they 
                                                slither
 
                                    
                                
                                                Down 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                depths 
                                                profound
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                passionate 
                                                joys 
                                                are 
                                                drowned
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                lie 
                                                the 
                                                lovers 
                                                wooed 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                Loreli
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                that 
                                                is 
                                                past,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                now 
                                                at 
                                                last 
                                                everything's 
                                                altered 
                                                and 
                                                changed-about
 
                                    
                                
                                                Progress 
                                                goes 
                                                on,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Glamour 
                                                has 
                                                gone 
                                                from 
                                                where 
                                                the 
                                                schooners 
                                                once 
                                                ranged-about
 
                                    
                                
                                                Speed 
                                                and 
                                                power, 
                                                hour 
                                                by 
                                                hour 
                                                liners 
                                                tower 
                                                high
 
                                    
                                
                                                Onward 
                                                churning, 
                                                never 
                                                turning 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                yearning 
                                                cry
 
                                    
                                
                                                Coal 
                                                dust 
                                                to 
                                                grime
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                one 
                                                has 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                any 
                                                simple 
                                                romance 
                                                at 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                Beckoned 
                                                and 
                                                coo
 
                                    
                                
                                                Till 
                                                they 
                                                are 
                                                blue
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mermaids 
                                                have 
                                                got 
                                                no 
                                                damned 
                                                chance 
                                                at 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lorelei, 
                                                Lorelei, 
                                                sit 
                                                around 
                                                and 
                                                weep 
                                                and 
                                                cry
 
                                    
                                
                                                Days 
                                                are 
                                                too 
                                                long, 
                                                everything's 
                                                wrong 
                                                completely
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                the 
                                                sirens 
                                                in 
                                                these 
                                                environs 
                                                are 
                                                sorry 
                                                they 
                                                spoke
 
                                    
                                
                                                Coaling 
                                                steamers 
                                                are 
                                                belching
 
                                    
                                
                                                Streamers 
                                                of 
                                                horrible 
                                                smoke 
                                                making 
                                                them 
                                                choke
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lorelei, 
                                                Lorelei 
                                                sadly 
                                                sigh 
                                                and 
                                                wonder 
                                                why
 
                                    
                                
                                                Every 
                                                new 
                                                ship 
                                                gives 
                                                them 
                                                the 
                                                slip 
                                                so 
                                                easily
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                could 
                                                be 
                                                more 
                                                obscene
 
                                    
                                
                                                Than 
                                                vamping 
                                                    a 
                                                sad 
                                                marine
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                languid 
                                                let 
                                                alone 
                                                Lorelei
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Dance Little Lady
2 A Room with a View
3 Mary Make Believe
4 Try To Learn To Love
5 Lorelei
6 A Dream of Youth (The Dream Is Over)
7 Zigeuner
8 World Weary
9 Love Scene from "Private Lives", Act I
10 I Never Realised / If You Were the Only Girl In the World
11 Half-Caste Woman
12 Any Little Fish
13 Lover of My Dreams (Mirabelle Valse)
14 Soldiers of the Queen; Goobye Dolly Queen, Etc.
15 Cavalcade, Epilogue: Toast To England
16 Parisian Pierrot; Poor Little Rich Girl; a Room With a View, Etc.
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