Vive La Nouvelle Aube

Hot words in his cafe, 'it's over Rene, over Rene'
Poor Yvette knew not the doting eyes he gave on a week last Sunday
Mother had warned, she said 'Maria, save your love for strangers'
And now the only way is to show Rene how to end his privation

Water the wine to keep from sin, lucid like crystal sea
Pamper the Nazi customers who rattle their guns and keys

What life is like without the answer to question made at the fountain
When row upon row of armoured cars at the market are only the surface
The gin-addled mother of Rene's widow deters the patrons at weekends
And the hope that this is the last of our grey days of waiting
Vive la Nouvelle Aube

Water the wine to keep from sin, lucid like crystal sea
Pamper the Nazi customers who rattle their guns and keys
Water the wine to keep from sin, lucid like crystal sea
Pamper the Nazi customers who rattle their guns and keys



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Writer(s): Alexander Jackson
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