The Paris Song Harry Belafonte

She told me things I'd heard before
But somehow when she spoke they sounded new
That's not a very easy thing to do

First stories turned the strangest corners
But set inside her smile they sounded true
That's not a very easy thing to do

I didn't look for any reasons
I closed my eyes and let her lead me
Though I'd been to all the places
Still I let her take me
'Round and 'round in circles
When she wanted to
That's not a very easy thing to do

Now she's gone, I knew she'd go
But she never guessed just what she put me through
That's not a very easy thing to do
That's not a very easy thing to do