[ti:Milanese Waltz Marie Flore] [ar:Joan Baez] [al:Blessed Are...] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Milanese Waltz/Marie Flore - Joan Baez (琼·贝兹) [01:58.90]Marie Marie Flore was a small girl of ten whom I met in the south end of France [02:12.56]Stepping out of a crowd was the daughter of someone with flowers for me we were friends at a glance [02:26.98]She spoke no English but sat by my side in the car [02:36.34]And pointed out places en route to the village of Arles [02:46.13]Marie Marie Flore came to table that night as I dined in an ancient hotel [03:00.42]The room was all fitted with things from the seventeenth century and they suited her well [03:14.65]She would eat nothing but sat in her chair like a queen [03:24.64]And laughed at my French but seemed always to know what I mean [03:33.75]Marie Marie Flore came to hear me that night when I sang for the people of Arles [03:47.79]She stood back in the shadows of a ruined arena her frame in my mind was never too far [04:02.33]In the rush that did follow I found she was holding my hand [04:11.87]And ushering me through an evening the elders had planned [04:21.61]Marie Marie Flore I will always remember your eyes your smile and your grace [04:36.27]The gold that flowed with your laughter remain to enlighten the image I have of your face [04:50.37]For I have seen children whose faces are wiser than time [05:00.05]And you my Marie are most certainly one of that kind [05:09.66]Marie Marie Flore all the odds say I'll see you again by plan or by chance [05:23.88]But if not you'll be there when I'm dreaming of rain over Paris or sun in the south end of France [05:38.92]Marie Marie Marie Flore