The Poor People Of Paris

I was high and mighty

How I laughed at love

And the stars above

Then you came like a gentle flame

And helped me to find my way

I was high and mighty

And I told my heart

Where to stop and start

Now I find that I was blind

I'm learning it day by day

Love can change things

Rearrange things

Oh

What strange things

Love can do

I'm not high and mighty

But I have whats worth

All the gold on earth

I have you and I give my heart

Forever and ever to you

You

You