Joan Baez Milanese Waltz/ Marie Flore Lyrics:
Marie, Marie Flore was a small girl of ten whom I
met in the south end of France Stepping out of a
crowd was the daughter of someone with flowers for
me, we were friends at a glance She spoke no
English but sat by my side in the car And pointed
out places en route to the village of Arles

Marie, Marie Flore came to table that night as I
dined in an ancient hotel The room was all fitted
with things from the seventeenth century and they
suited her well She would eat nothing but sat in
her chair like a queen And laughed at my French
but seemed always to know what I mean

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Marie, Marie Flore came to hear me that night when
I sang for the people of Arles She stood back in
the shadows of a ruined arena, her frame in my
mind was never too far In the rush that did
follow, I found she was holding my hand And
ushering me through an evening the elders had
planned Marie, Marie Flore, I will always remember
your eyes, your smile, and your grace The gold
that flowed with your laughter remain to enlighten
the image I have of your face For I have seen
children whose faces are wiser than time And you,
my Marie, are most certainly one of that kind

Marie, Marie Flore, all the odds say I'll see you
again, by plan or by chance But if not, you'll be
there when I'm dreaming of rain over Paris, or sun
in the south end of France Marie, Marie, Marie
Flore...
Lyrics: Milanese Waltz/ Marie Flore, Joan Baez [end]