MARCH OF THE SOULS Before I remember Paris And fourty nine Champs-Élysées Saint-Michel and old Beaujolais wine I recall That you were mine In those promising days Lookin' back at the phone Those summer days Spent outside corner cafes Oh, I could write you paragraphs About my old prison days Oh, I could write you paragraphs Oh, I could write you paragraphs About my old prison days Oh, I could write you paragraphs About my old prison days Oh, I could write you paragraphs Oh, I could write you paragraphs About my old prison days Oh, I could write you paragraphs About my old prison days Oh, I could write you paragraphs Oh, I could write you paragraphs About my old prison days Oh, I could write you paragraphs About my old prison days Oh, I could write you paragraphs Oh, I could write you paragraphs About my old prison days Oh, I could write you paragraphs About my old prison days Oh, I could write you paragraphs About my old prison days Oh, I could write you paragraphs About my old prison days Oh, I could write you paragraphs About my old prison days Oh, I could write you paragraphs About my old prison days . . . . . . . . . . . .