The Flood At Lyons - Renaissance

You lie in peaceful slumbers

But yet so proud

So safe the second city

Houses reach the skyline and

Far below the narrow streets that sing

With the movement of the crowd

No break from daily changes

As life goes on Secure as French men can be Fill your time with love and wine

And in your heart you’ll know as long as you

There will always be a song

Then on a winter’s day

With your face against the cold and rain

In the wind there’s changes

The rivers rise

The water grips the town — tears fill her eyes

Chorus:

I’m standing here which way to go The crossroads call, but they don’t know

Midnight, caught inside

I’m standing here, could all be lost

The crossroads call

You’ve stood so long

It weaves the strangest picture

Of silky thread

The shadows cast reflection

Lyons as the water’s bed

Trees that stand look straight ahead

And search for a sight of distant land

This was a winter’s day

In your heart you felt the cold and rain

Change the wind to silence

There’s not a sound

Silver patterns run and dance

Upon the ground

Chorus