Fin De Fete Songtext
von Linda Smith

Sweetheart, for such a day, one mustn′t grudge the score
Here then, it's all to pay, it′s goodnight at the door
Goodnight and good dreams to you

Do you remember the picture-book thieves
Who left two children sleeping in a wood the long night through
And how the birds came down, and covered them with leaves?


Do you remember the picture-book thieves
Who left two children sleeping in a wood the long night through
And how the birds came down, and covered them with leaves?

So you and I should have slept, but now
Oh, what a lonely head
With just the shadow of a waving bough
In the moonlight over your bed