Her
name is Marie,
his name is Pierre
They gaze at a garden so bleak, so bare
A garden that once was so lovely and fair
And he sighs
as he dries her tear-dimmed eyes
Don't cry,
Cherie
Our garden will bloom
once more
The fleur-de-lis will rise again And smile up to the skies again
Let's try,
Cherie
To make our garden lovelier than before
Don't cry, Cherie
After all our hearts are free
If I have you and you have me Our garden will bloom
once more
Let's try,
Cherie
To make our garden lovelier than before
Oh,
don't cry, Cherie After all our hearts are free
If I have you and you
have me Our garden will bloom once more