My father always promised us that we would live in France We'd go boating on the Seine and I would learn to dance We lived in Ohio then, he worked in the mines On his dreams like boats, we knew we'd sail in time.
All my sisters soon were gone to Denver and Cheyenne Marrying their grownup dreams, the lilacs and the man I stayed behind the youngest still, only danced alone The colours of my father's dreams faded without a sound.
And I live in Paris now, my children dance and dream Hearing the words of a liner's life in words they've never seen I sail my memories of home like boats across the Seine And watch the Paris sun as it sets in my father's eyes again.