Auteur :Al Stewart compositeur: Al Stewart Luc Gaignard : Guitares, mixage
The wands of smoke are rising from the walls of the Bastille And through the streets of Parisr uns a sense of the unreal The Kings have all departed there servants are nowhere We burned out all their mansions in the name of Robespierre
And still we wait to see the day begin Our time is wasting in the wind Wondering why Wondering why, it echoes Through the lonely palace of Versailles
Inside the midnight councils the lamps are burning low Oh you sit and talk all through the night but there's just no place to go And Bonaparte is coming with his army from the south Marat your days are numbered and we live hand to mouth
While we wait to see the day begin Our time is wasting in the wind Wondering why Wondering why, it echoes Through the lonely palace of Versailles
The ghost of revolution still prowls the Paris streets Down all the restless centuries it wonders incomplete
It speaks inside the cheap red wine of cafe summer nights Its red and amber voices call the cars at traffic lights
Why do you wait to see the day begin Your time is wasting in the wind Wondering why Wondering why, it echoes Through the lonely palace of Versailles