Creole Girl

Call it a journey of memories

A journey to bring back the time

Through those days of wild abandon

When a young man was in his prime



Call it a hopeless fantasy

Trying to capture some long lost dreams

When you fell for the dark eyed Creole girl

Who came from New Orleans



Take in the Latin Quarter

The search for a familiar name

But Paris has changed since you left her

And nothing much looks the same



Fifi's cafe is now a strip club

With the Arabian Dancing Queens

But not one can compare with the Creole girl

Who came from New Orleans



Perhaps it was too much to wish for

Sometimes it's best to move on

But just for the sake of memories

I'll take a drink for the days long gone



And I went into the Cafe Chanson

And watched the world from tobacco stained screens

And I thought of the dark eyed Creole girl

Who came from New Orleans



"Bonsoir monsieur" said the waitress

"And what can I get for you?"

I said "Excuse me for asking this question

But you remind me of someone I knew"



She laughed as if I was crazy

This young girl just out of her teens

But she looked like the dark eyed Creole girl

Who came from New Orleans



I stayed 'til the bar had emptied

And we shared a bottle of wine

I said "I'm just trying to capture a memory

Of love in a different time"



She said "Maybe you think of my mother

We look so much alike it seems

She was known as the dark eyed Creole girl

Who came from New Orleans"



How I loved the dark eyed Creole girl

Who came from New Orleans