From the film “The Razor’s Edge,” 1947
Words by Mack Gordon
Music by Edmund Goulding
The sheet music:
Lyrics
It was Montmartre, it was midnight
Come to think of it, it was spring
There was music, I was listening
Then in the room somewhere someone began to sing
This serenade made for remembering
Chorus:
A small cafe, Mam’selle, our rendezvous, Mam’selle
The violins were warm and sweet and so were you, Mam’selle
And as the night danced by, a kiss became a sigh
Your lovely eyes seemed to sparkle just like wine does
No heart ever yearned the way that mine does for you
And yet I know too well someday you’ll say goodbye
Then violins will cry, and so will I, Mam’selle